Chapter 2 No One in This World Will Dare Oppress You Again!
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Solan James gritted through the pain, about to hiss threats when Ryan Lancaster's foot shot toward his groin with terrifying speed.
"Aaaargh!"
A soul-rending shriek sent chills down every spine in the courtyard. Solan convulsed on the ground before passing out, his trousers instantly staining crimson at the crotch, the metallic tang of blood hanging in the air.
Without so much as a glance backward, Ryan turned and strode toward the mansion's interior.
The crowd stood frozen, gaping at his retreating figure in horror.
After a prolonged silence, a wave of horrified murmurs swept through the gathering.
No one could believe Jadehaven's once-notorious coward—the Lancaster family's disgraced young master—now moved with such ruthless precision.
But soon, sadistic smirks spread through the crowd.
To cripple the James family's second young master like this?
Ryan Lancaster had just signed his own death warrant!
...
Inside the grand hall.
The wedding reached its climax as Gareth Radiance descended the staircase with Alahia Lancaster on his arm.
Resplendent in lavish formalwear, Gareth beamed while exchanging pleasantries with guests. Alahia, pale as a porcelain doll, moved mechanically—her exquisite face devoid of emotion as she clung to Gareth's arm.
"Bravo!"
A standing ovation erupted from Jadehaven's elite.
Representatives of the Four Great Families, the East Sea Bank president, Thunder Group's chairman—even the CEO of Nanyang Conglomerate had gathered, a testament to the Radiance family's influence.
As Gareth led Alahia to center stage, puffing his chest to address the crowd—
KABOOM!
The explosive shattering of glass made every head snap toward the entrance. A body went flying, skidding across marble tiles amid glittering shards.
Then silence.
A towering figure stood framed in the ruined doorway.
That face... Brother?!
Alahia's eyes widened to saucers, her entire body locking in shock.
"What insolence is this?" Gareth snarled, veins bulging at his temples. "This outrage demands your life!"
No one disrupted a Radiance family affair and lived to tell the tale.
Especially not at his wedding before all high society!
Ryan ignored him completely.
His blade-like gaze swept across the stage.
A storm of killing intent flashed in his eyes!
"Since when does the Radiance Family decide who marries my sister?"
"Or are you all itching to die?"
"Brother..."
Alahia finally snapped out of her daze.
She wasn't mistaken—it was really him. Her brother had returned!
After disappearing without a word for seven years...
Now, at her darkest hour, here he stood.
Her throat tightened with unshed tears.
But reality came crashing back.
This was the Radiance clan...
A powerhouse, with Gareth being especially ruthless. How could her brother possibly stand against them?
What could she do?
What should she do now...?
......
His sister?
Alahia was the only bride today. Wait—could that mean...?
"Is that the Lancaster Family's disgraced young master?!"
"That's him! He's the one who crippled Solan James outside!"
"Pfft, just the Lancaster's useless trash. With that swagger, I almost mistook him for some playboy."
"Let's enjoy the show. Disrupting a Radiance wedding? With Gareth's temper, this fool won't see dawn!"
The hushed hall exploded into whispers.
Most remarks oozed contempt and derision.
The Radiances now overshadowed even the Lancasters in their prime!
Even the full Lancaster family wouldn't dare oppose them now.
Much less some washed-up heir?
"Well, well... my oh-so-honored brother-in-law!" Gareth's lips curled into a sneer. "Word was you'd kicked the bucket seven years back. Color me shocked to see your corpse walking. What's the matter—here to watch your sister warm my bed?"
Quantrel and the Radiance elders, having rushed over, froze upon realizing a Lancaster still drew breath.
But their faces soon twisted in scorn.
To them, the Lancasters were mere ants now.
And this one? A seven-year ghost...
Ryan's eyes narrowed to slits.
For a split second, Gareth's blood ran cold under that predatory glare—but the safety of home steadied him.
His lips curled into a sneer, dripping venom. "Brother-in-law..."
Before he could finish, Ryan Lancaster appeared before him like a ghost. A steel grip clamped around his throat.
When Gareth Radiance came to his senses, he found himself helpless in Ryan's unbreakable grasp.
"This..."
"This bastard's got balls, but he's asking to die!"
"What a f*****g moron!"
"He's cutting off all escape—how's he getting out of here alive?"
...
A wave of whispers swept through the crowd, their eyes fixed on Ryan like he was just a laughingstock with a death wish.
"Brother! Stop! Please run!" Alahia Lancaster shook violently, her voice raw with shock at her brother's brutality.
"Little sister, I'm late."
The frost in Ryan's eyes thawed slightly as he looked at Alahia.
"I swear—from today, no one in this world will dare look at you wrong."
Alahia's heart skipped a beat. Tears flooded her face as her body convulsed with emotion. But—
This was the Radiance Family's turf!
"Guards! Save my son now!" Quantrel Radiance roared like a wounded beast, face purple with rage.
Eight burly bodyguards stormed from backstage. They barreled toward Ryan.
"Beat him to pulp!" Quantrel screamed.
"Ry...Ryan Lancaster, you're dead!" Gareth gurgled through clenched teeth, eyes burning with hate.
Alahia's panic tightened her chest. "Brother, go! I'm fine—just leave! Mom's gone...I can't lose you too!"
She dropped to her knees before Quantrel, tears streaming. "Uncle Radiance! Please spare him! I'll obey anything—just let him go!"
Her plea ended in a broken whimper. Everything she'd sacrificed was crumbling.
"Alahia!" Primal fury darkened Ryan's features as he shifted his grip to Gareth's shoulders.
"No—!" Gareth's eyes widened in terror, but Ryan's hands twisted viciously—
SNAP!
A sickening snap echoed through the hall as Ryan snapped Gareth's arms like twigs. Before the pain could even register, Ryan whirled and delivered a devastating kick to Gareth's thigh with bone-crushing force.
"AAARRRGGHHH!!!"
The scream that tore from Gareth's throat could've shattered glass. He screamed like a wounded animal until the overwhelming agony finally plunged him into unconsciousness.
Silence.
A tomb-like hush fell over the crowd.
Every guest appeared to be holding their breath. Even Alahia stood rooted in shock, her mind struggling to process the brutality she'd just witnessed.
Ryan's expression remained stone-cold as he marched to his sister's side and gently helped her up.
"Gareth! My boy... KILL THAT BASTARD!" Quantrel's face twisted with rage as he bellowed at his eight bodyguards charging toward the stage.
The enforcers reached Ryan in seconds, their meaty fists already swinging through the air with lethal intent.
A murderous glint flashed in Ryan's eyes as he spat through clenched teeth: "You're digging your own graves!"
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