Don's Vengeance: I Am the Urban Legend!

CHAPTER 4

The big door swung open, the loud noise freezing the atmosphere in the banquet hall. All eyes turned toward the tall, slender man with a cold expression, his simple clothing starkly out of place amidst the luxurious suits and glamorous evening gowns.

A few guests near the door exchanged glances, some even bursting into laughter, thinking this was merely a drunkard or lunatic sneaking into the grand event.

A gentleman clicked his tongue: “This lunatic is looking for trouble, huh?”

Brandon frowned, lifting his chin in challenge, still not recognizing Richard. He sneered and asked: “Who are you? This isn’t a place for trash like you to stir up trouble. Even you dare say Elena as your wife?”

Richard didn’t bother responding to Brandon. He simply looked toward Elena, his eyes unusually calm amid hundreds of mocking gazes. She, too, looked at him in indescribable shock, surprise, confusion, and a trace of hope...

Brandon laughed loudly, deliberately raising his voice for the crowd to hear: “Out of nowhere comes a vagrant claiming to be the bride’s husband. What a joke!”

The entire hall erupted in gleeful laughter. Some guests even jested: “Truly a lavish party, hiring a clown just to round out the numbers!”

A lady giggled: “Didn’t expect the Marshalls to be so extravagant!”

But at that moment, Richard declared resolutely: “I am Elena Marshall’s legal husband. As long as I am here, no one is allowed to marry her.”

A second of silence hung in the air, then a guest in the outer row froze, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized Richard.

He mumbled doubtfully: “Wait… he looks so familiar… isn’t he…”

A blonde lady nudged her husband and whispered: “Isn’t that… Elena’s ex-husband?”

“Wasn’t he the one who went to jail for attempting to r**e his wife’s younger sister? Even when he didn’t succeed, he’s still a scoundrel!”

The wave of whispers instantly surged, sweeping through the grand hall: “That’s right! He’s that bastard, made the headlines for a whole month for his heinous crime, condemned by heaven and earth…”

“Can’t believe he has the nerve to show his face here!”

“A person like that should be locked up for life, he’s lucky just to be walking free!”

Only now did Brandon’s eyes widen, a look of shock mixed with disgust. He immediately barked at the security team: “What are you waiting for? Drag him out! Don’t let my engagement be ruined by a criminal!”

The black-suited security guards rushed in, surrounding Richard. One approached, growling: “Get out, or don’t blame us for using force.”

The guests around began to mutter, some taking out their phones to record, others curling their lips: “Thought something interesting would happen, turns out it’s just a convict’s farce.”

“He needs to be taught a lesson, lest he embarrass high society again!”

Brandon stood behind, his voice dripping with disdain: “Today, I’ll show you what it means to cross the Thomas family!”

But just seconds later, the atmosphere flipped entirely. Richard struck out with lightning speed, every move precise and powerful, knocking down each guard with one or two blows. Not a single one even managed to touch him.

Each blow from Richard not only made the Thomas family’s guards cry out, but also plunged the entire hall into chaos. One guard was flung back onto the banquet table, hitting so hard that two bottles of Château Lafite Rothschild 2010 crashed to the floor, shattering, crimson wine splattering across the table and marble floor. A gentleman cried out in panic: “My God, that’s Lafite Rothschild! Over eleven thousand dollars a bottle! I’ve never even tasted a drop in my life!”

Next, another guard was kicked hard, thrown straight into the bar area, dragging down over a dozen bottles of Dom Pérignon Luminous 2008, all shattering in a cascade of expensive foam. A lady, pale-faced, pointed and shrieked: “That’s Dom Pérignon! Over two thousand dollars a bottle!”

Then, two more guards went tumbling, rolling toward the glass display case, crashing into the Macallan Rare Cask shelf. Bottles toppled, clinking violently before shattering, amber liquid flowing all over the carpet. A young man stunned, stared at the wreckage: “Macallan Rare Cask! Good heavens, each bottle is seven grand! Even with money, who’d dare buy a whole shelf to drink, now it’s all gone!”

Screams and cries broke out from several ladies as wine splashed onto their evening gowns, Hermès bags, and even white gloves. Another gentleman uttered bitterly: “I didn’t even get to taste the Baccarat glass, now it’s over!”

The destruction wasn’t over. One huge guard, seized by Richard, was hurled straight into the corner of the room, crashing into the massive wedding cake. Nearly two meters tall, covered in real gold, adorned with Swarovski crystals, imported butter, Tahitian vanilla beans, and Belgian chocolate, crafted by a famed chef flown in from France, the guard landed right on top, tilting the cake, splitting it apart, and sending layers of luxury flying everywhere.

A plump lady wailed in panic: “Oh my God, that cake was made just for this engagement, heard it cost nearly half a million dollars! All the ingredients were imported, ordered half a year in advance!”

A gentleman, dazed, muttered: “That cake alone is worth more than my apartment…”

Milk, cream, chocolate, gold leaf, and gemstone shards now mingled with wine across the carpet. The guests huddled together, recoiling from what was now the city’s most expensive “food rain,” unable to believe this was happening at a high-society wedding.

All eyes fixed on Richard, part terrified, part furious, part grief-stricken at the loss.

Brandon pointed at the ruins and shouted, his face purple with rage: “Do you even know what you’ve done? All that wine, all those luxuries, a cake worth nearly half a million dollars… Have you lost your mind?!”

He gritted his teeth, threateningly: “Kneel and apologize to me and all the guests right now! Otherwise, I’ll show you what hell looks like! You owe millions! You still won’t pay it off even when you work as a laborer in prison your whole life!”

The guests all joined in to snap at:

“Kneel, you scoundrel!”

“Causing chaos and destruction, who gave you the right?!”

“People like you should rot in jail, disrupting public order and destroying others’ property!”

At this moment, tears streaming down her face, Elena staggered up to Richard and sobbing: “Please, stop fighting… We’re not officially divorced yet, do you want my whole family ruined along with you?”

“How much more humiliation do you want me to suffer? Was five years ago not enough? Now you want to drag my whole life down to the dark?”

Richard looked at Elena’s pain and was left speechless. In the five years without him, she had suffered such hardship and humiliation. Back then, those who framed and forced him into prison, Elena’s sister, her boyfriend, the Marshall family, and now the Thomas family, flaunting their power here!

At that moment, Charles, red-faced with rage and shame, strode forward, pointing at Richard and trembling: “Do you want to utterly destroy my family? Wasn’t five years in prison humiliation enough, now you show your face and disgrace my daughter on her most important day?!”

“Richard, have you no shame?" Margaret’s eyes blazed with hatred, her voice icy: "My family was already ruined by you once, now you want to drag all of us down to hell with you? Get out! Get out of here now!”

Sophie pushed forward, her face full of contempt, shouting: “Absolutely filthy! Went to prison and disgraced the family, couldn’t provide for your wife, no money to treat your daughter’s illness, and now when someone helps, you sabotage everything?"

"If you have any dignity left, kneel, apologize, and get out of our sight!”

A Marshall family aunt seized the opportunity, loudly addressing everyone: “Going to prison is humiliating enough, now you want to steal the bride from young master Thomas? Dream on!”

“Kneel, apologize, and get out before young master Thomas flies into a rage!” The guests all echoed her, their shouts growing ever louder.

The entire grand hall poured all their anger, insults, and scorn upon Richard. In that sea of people, not a single look of sympathy, only flattery and glee at someone else’s misfortune.