Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 754 - 784: The Combat Power is Too Strong

"Let’s... talk it out, don’t... don’t use force."

But Kyle Kinston simply struck the man holding the dagger with his elbow, knocking him out. He then bent down, took the dagger from the man, and toyed with it in his hand. His phoenix eyes gazed at those still standing, revealing a bloodthirsty glow, "Who else wants to come up?"

At this point, who dared to step forward?!

Meanwhile, from the phone in Mabel Quinn’s hand, the voice of the 110 dispatcher came through anxiously, "What’s happening over there? What’s going on, hello... if you hear me, please respond immediately..."

"Huh?" Mabel finally snapped back to reality, quickly picked up the phone, and said to the dispatcher, "Over here... it seems... it should be fine now, but I’m afraid some people might need to be taken to the hospital..."

She really wasn’t sure whether to say Kyle Kinston’s combat skills were too strong or that the fighters Alessia Quinn brought were too weak.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Kyle engage in combat, but every time, she felt a kind of awe. His every move in a fight was like flowing water, not the most graceful, but absolutely practical. Each move hit the opponent’s vital points, leaving them completely unable to resist.

Quick, ruthless, precise, like a beast capturing prey in the jungle, choosing the most suitable moves for its body... This kind of skill isn’t something you get from training on a practice field alone, but rather something honed through countless real battles.

How many real battles would it take to reach such a level?

She feared that what he had gone through must have been more rigorous and cruel than she’d imagined.

It was only now that Alessia Quinn realized the room didn’t just have Mabel in it but Kyle Kinston too!

"You... didn’t you two already break up? Why are you here?" Alessia said in disbelief.

Kyle Kinston merely glared at Alessia coldly, "What do you think you are, Miss Quinn Family? Just a bastard, and you dare call yourself a lady?"

Alessia’s face went white. The word ’bastard’ was a hard slap in response to her earlier calling Mabel a mutt. Although she was the Qin Family’s eldest daughter, her mother had never been formally recognized, merely a mistress.

"Kyle Kinston, even if you’re the CEO, you... you can’t insult me like this!" Alessia said indignantly.

"Insult?" Kyle sneered disdainfully, "Your mother was just Christopher Quinn’s mistress. To call it an insult is to overrate yourself."

As he spoke, he walked up to Alessia, raised his hand, and slapped her hard. Alessia tried to dodge, but Kyle’s movement was too quick; she had no chance to avoid it.

With a bang, she was slapped against the wall, one side of her face swelling up, and her lip was split.

"I have no qualms about hitting women, believe it or not. Even if I beat you to death today, the Quinn Family wouldn’t dare say a word." He looked down at her without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Alessia Quinn trembled all over, filled with both anger and fear. But she knew Kyle was telling the truth; even if he did beat her to death, how would the Quinn Family stand up for her? Her uncle didn’t care, and her parents wouldn’t dare.