Seeing Elly Campbell look at him unwaveringly, a sense of unease settled in the man’s heart.
Her icy gaze swept over the man’s face, then she turned to leave.
"Stop right there, you bitch! Believe it or not, I will beat the crap out of you!"
As the man saw Elly intending to walk away, he stepped forward to block her. Having been angered by Elly’s stare, as if to regain some dignity, he raised his fist to smash it into Elly’s face.
But the very next second, his wrist suddenly went numb. Something had struck it hard, causing him so much pain that his face turned pale, followed by a scream.
Clutching his wrist, the pain made him grit his teeth in agony. His eyes fell to the ground and saw that it was a cellphone that had hit him.
"Damn it, who hit me!"
He twisted his head to look in the direction the phone had come from and saw a tall man walking towards him, holding the hand of a little boy who looked just like him, an icy frostiness cloaking his frame.
The sense of authority emanating from the man was so overpowering that even from a distance, the man felt suffocated, a trace of unease rising within him.
When Adam Jones arrived with his son to find Elly Campbell, what he saw was that man raising his hand to hit his wife, and he wanted nothing more than to slaughter him.
For some reason, Elly Campbell, who usually feared neither heaven nor earth, suddenly felt somewhat aggrieved at the sight of Adam approaching.
She wasn’t afraid of these people, but the sensation of being utterly alone intensified when she saw Adam.
Elly opened her mouth, but the address stopped on her lips, unspoken.
Adam Jones had already reached her, his frigid gaze sweeping over the faces of the menacing group before them like perennial, unmelting snow.
With just a glance, he made those men’s pupils shrink subconsciously, and they couldn’t help but take a small step back.
Adam looked down at Elly with furrowed brows; just now, he had seen a hint of grievance in his wife’s eyes, who typically confronted everyone and everything fearlessly.
His heart ached so much that it felt ready to explode from just that one glance.
Elly shook her head, and the man whose hand had been almost crippled by Adam’s phone muster courage after a moment, stepping forward to say,
"You arrived just in time. This woman is your wife, right? She caused my son to get hurt, and you’ve just hurt my hand. We don’t want to make a big fuss, just compensate us with some money."
Adam’s eyes grew colder, a towering rage swirling in their depths as he looked at the man. His dark pupils were intimidatingly chilling.
"Did I speak to you?"
"You... you want to play dirty?"
Even though he was the one seeking justice, the man was terrified when those eyes met his, making his insides tremble inexplicably.
The aura surrounding Adam was too frightening, so much so that he could not bear to meet his gaze.
Moreover... this man looked somewhat familiar, probably a public figure.
These people care about their reputation the most, surely not wanting to blow things up. This was the perfect opportunity to extort a sum from them.
With this thought, the unease in his heart steadied somewhat.
Adam didn’t pay any attention to him. After withdrawing his frigid gaze, it landed softly on Elly’s face.