Samuel Clark shouted angrily, “Mr. Foster, your young master and that woman from the Yu family are both doomed to die young. Since they’ve chosen to venture deep into the marshes and seek their own deaths, they’re as good as dead—there’s no way they’re coming back. Is it really worth risking your life for someone who’s already dead?”

Mr. Foster’s face instantly flushed with intense anger. His beard and hair bristled, and his hands slowly rose, making him look like an enraged giant bear, ready to pounce at any moment.

However, at that very instant, a clear and bright voice suddenly rang out: “Samuel Clark, who are you calling doomed to die young...”

Chapter 2: The Invitation

The voice wasn’t loud, but the moment it reached everyone’s ears, it had a completely opposite and dramatic effect.

Mr. Foster’s body trembled violently. He suddenly turned to look outside. In that moment, all the signs of age and composure he usually carried seemed to vanish into thin air.

“Young master, you... you’re back...”

His lips quivered slightly, and even his aged eyes seemed to well up with a few tears.

At some point, two figures had arrived silently. One was a dashing, handsome young man in fitted clothes. As he walked, he exuded an extraordinary aura; even from a distance, the fierce and unmatched energy he radiated seemed to rush straight at them.

Behind him was a striking figure in fiery red. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with a graceful figure, approaching from afar like a celestial being. Yet, her face bore a hint of sternness that seemed out of place, and her entire presence was like a massive block of ice, radiating a powerful aura that warned others to keep their distance.

Logan Bennett’s face showed an expression of disbelief and wild joy. He murmured, “Sister, sister, sister...” Reaching up to touch his face, he found it wet with tears.

He was shocked inside, thinking he must be seeing things.

Why, upon seeing this body’s sister, did this body lose control like this? So, is he really the one in control of this body?

Still, at this moment, his reaction was the only normal one. If he could remain indifferent, that would be truly suspicious.

The red-clad figure flashed, and the woman was already in front of Logan Bennett. She reached out, pulled him into her arms.

Logan Bennett’s breath nearly stopped, his face instantly turning bright red. Even though he knew this was his sister, it was still the first time he’d been in such close contact with a woman.

However, the icy beauty immediately pushed him away, looked at him suspiciously for a moment, and her eyes quickly filled with anger.

“Little brother, who hurt you?”

Before Logan Bennett could react, Mr. Foster spoke up from the side, “Miss Yu, I have failed in my duty. Yesterday, while I was in town on business, these people suddenly came here, saying they wanted to buy the blessed land of your family. The young master refused, so they attacked him. By the time I returned, the young master was already injured and unconscious.”

A flash of anger appeared in the red-clad beauty’s eyes, and she said coldly, “Very well.”

She was already like an unmelting block of ice, and now, with murderous intent in her heart, the chill she radiated was even more intense.

Samuel Clark and the others’ faces turned ashen, inwardly cursing their luck.

Miss Yu Ziyuan had clearly entered the marshlands and had been missing for half a year. Even those most confident in her abilities believed she had long since perished. But now, seeing this frosty, imposing beauty before them, their hearts filled with dread and regret.

In a flash, someone stepped in front of Violet Bennett—it was the dashing young man.

He took a step forward, coming to stand before the first burly man, and casually threw a punch. The punch seemed unhurried, but the burly man quickly raised his hands to block. To his shock, he found that this seemingly ordinary punch contained unimaginable force, forcefully knocking his fists aside. The power of the punch was so overwhelming that his arm made a crisp “crack” and broke on the spot.

But that wasn’t all—the force of the punch didn’t diminish in the slightest, slamming hard into his face.

The burly man’s body flew through the air and crashed heavily to the ground. His eyes closed tight, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, who knows how many teeth he lost from that blow.

The young man in fitted clothes didn’t pause, moving as swiftly as the wind. With one punch per person, he unhesitatingly sent all four burly men flying. Under his fists, the four had no ability to resist; each one had an arm broken by a punch and a mouthful of teeth knocked out by a slap.

Moreover, his control over his strength was perfect—even with such heavy blows, not one of them lost consciousness.

The four burly men endured excruciating pain but couldn’t pass out, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, looking utterly miserable.

Samuel Clark’s face changed dramatically. He retreated several steps, shouting with a fierce front but a cowardly heart, “Chad Sullivan, how dare you hit me?”

Chad Sullivan couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Why wouldn’t I dare?”

He stepped forward and threw another punch. Samuel Clark cried out, his face full of panic, and braced himself to meet the blow.

Their fists collided. Samuel Clark let out a miserable groan, staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale, completely drained of color.