"Boom!"

A fierce gust shot out in all directions. Outside the main gate, two The Foster Residence guards who had been waiting in readiness burst in with vicious expressions, wolf-like and tigerish. Without saying a word, they crossed the threshold, fingers spread like eagle talons, cracking as they moved, whipping up gusts of wind as they lunged straight at Charles Bennett and Emily Bennett, the brother and sister!

These two moved swiftly and skillfully, clearly showing their military background. The techniques they used were the army’s major grappling moves.

These moves locked the shoulder blades and pierced the pipa bone; if Charles Bennett and his sister were caught, they would surely suffer greatly.

"Little sister, go!"

Sensing danger, Charles Bennett shouted sharply.

He had made a pact with his little sister, always restricting her from fighting, not even letting her act when dealing with Samuel Clark. But now, he hesitated no longer and let her act freely.

The two The Foster Residence guards came in with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, just as Charles Bennett's voice rang out, Little Emily Bennett moved!

Crack! No one knew how she did it. There was only the sound of a bone snapping. The first The Foster Residence guard screamed in agony, dropping to his knees, his left palm twisted backward at a bizarre angle, bent toward the back of his hand.

The second guard fared even worse. He spat out a mouthful of blood before he could even get close, flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall with a thunderous bang, smashing a huge hole and flying outside.

In just a split second, the fight was over! And Little Emily Bennett was still standing on the table, holding an unfinished chicken drumstick, her hands and mouth greasy.

Silence!

A deathly silence filled the room!

Shock flashed in David Foster's eyes. The others were even more stunned. No one had expected that such overwhelming power could be hidden in that small body sitting on the table!

The two well-trained The Foster Residence guards were utterly crushed before her, unable to withstand a single blow!

Thud, thud, thud!

Several guests sitting close to Little Emily Bennett instinctively backed away, fear in their eyes.

"Terrifying! How can she have such frightening strength?"

"If that punch landed on me, I probably couldn't take it at all. How can a girl not even ten years old be so terrifying!"

"The The Foster Residence guards are all elite! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never believe it!"

...

Everyone still in the room felt deeply shaken. All the martial contests in the capital paled in comparison to the power this ten-year-old girl had just displayed in an instant!

"Anyone who dares hurt my big brother, I'll beat them to death!"

Little Emily Bennett stood on the table, two little horn-shaped braids on her head, eyes wide with anger, looking imposing and awe-inspiring. Though she looked delicate and was so young, who would dare underestimate her now?

"Well done!"

Charles Bennett was delighted, secretly giving a big thumbs up. Truly worthy of being "the Wang family's number one expert," just like in his memories. Though she was lazy and inconsistent, her innate talent and gifts were astonishing.

She might not know any techniques, but her strength and reflexes were incredible—dealing with these The Foster Residence guards was a breeze.

"David Foster, sorry. But with just you, I’m afraid you can’t do anything to us siblings!"

Charles Bennett fanned the flames, looking at David Foster with a cold sneer.

"Bastard! Seize them for me!"

David Foster flew into a rage, trembling all over from Charles Bennett's provocation.

The elite The Foster Residence guards couldn’t even defeat a little girl—if word got out, The Foster Residence would lose all face. The banquet was already ruined, but Charles Bennett and his sister had to be captured.

Once the siblings were caught, he would go to the The Bennett Family to demand justice!

Boom! With a wave of his hand, David Foster sent four The Foster Residence experts into action at once. The temples of these four bulged high; in terms of skill, they were much stronger than the two who had just been defeated by Little Emily Bennett.

If even this couldn’t subdue them, then the The Foster Family would truly lose all dignity.

But this time, Charles Bennett did not sit and wait for doom. Almost at the same moment David Foster sent out the four The Foster Residence experts, Charles Bennett pointed at David Foster and shouted sharply:

"Little sister, grab him!"

"Shoot the horse before the man, capture the king before the thief"—Charles Bennett hadn’t forgotten his real purpose for coming. What was the point of beating a few The Foster Residence guards? Even if he beat them all, it meant nothing. Capturing David Foster was the real goal.

Since David Foster had already made a move, Charles Bennett saw no need to hold back.

Boom! Boom!

Little Emily Bennett's astonishing explosive power and speed were on full display. Bang, bang, bang—within seconds, the four The Foster Residence experts were sent flying.

Little Emily Bennett stood alone, blocking the way, leaping over a table, heading straight for David FosterMaster Foster at the head of the banquet.

"Insolence!"

David Foster stood tall and straight, his eyes flashing coldly, thoroughly enraged by Charles Bennett and Emily Bennett. With a sweep of his robe—boom!—within five feet, a surge of energy roared out, sounding like crashing waves.

Standing at the doorway, separated by a long table, Charles Bennett could feel the terrifying, storm-like pressure. Forced by the aura, he instinctively took several steps back, his heart filled with alarm.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, the small and large iron fists of Little Emily Bennett and David Foster collided fiercely in midair.