Screams punctured the night air one after another, each followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground.
In the span of just a few minutes, over a dozen thugs lay writhing on the pavement, curled up like crushed bugs twitching under a streetlight. Not one of them had managed to land a single blow.
Spencer Vance watched the entire scene unfold with his jaw hanging open, his mind struggling to process what his eyes had just witnessed.
"What the hell," he whispered to himself. "Am I seeing things? Is this freeloading loser actually a reincarnated war god?"
In Spencer's worldview, a live-in husband was supposed to be a spineless pushover, a man anyone could bully without consequence. How could someone like that be this terrifyingly powerful? The world had gone completely insane.
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