Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 141: I Can Bend Steel Bars with My Bare Hands
A flash of desire flickered in Victor Grant’s eyes, and his hands uncontrollably reached out.
Seeing his wolfish intentions, May Morgan shot him a fierce glance: "Victor Grant, behave yourself!"
Chastised by May, Victor awkwardly cleared his throat and sat up from atop May: "Damn it, the women I want have always climbed into my bed willingly. Behave? Today, I’ll make you come to me willingly!"
After speaking, Victor threatened May with a raised gun: "From now, walk over here until I’m satisfied."
May glanced at the gun in his hand, pondered quickly, and deliberately lowered her posture: "I... I can come over, but put the gun away. What if it misfires?"
Victor smirked mockingly: "Aren’t you not afraid of death?"
"Bullets don’t have eyes, who isn’t afraid of death? Aren’t you afraid? Then give me the gun, and I’ll point it at you!" May rolled her eyes speechlessly, trying to coax him into putting the gun down as she continued, "You’re holding a gun, I’m timid, how can I approach? Besides, as big as you are, are you afraid I might run?"
Victor looked down at the awkward gun in his hand, and recalling May’s words, simply tossed it onto the table beside him.
"I’m warning you, try any tricks and I’ll make you wish you were dead!" Victor believed his six-foot-three, sturdy build could never be overpowered by a frail woman, which gave him the confidence to toss the gun away. However...
Just as his finger pointed at May, she lunged forward, grabbed his wrist, and gave it a harsh twist, wrenching his arm behind his back. Then she gave him a forceful push, sending the muscular Victor Grant tumbling to the ground.
Clamping down on Victor’s wrist, May swiftly straddled his neck, leaving him unable to exert any strength.
Although the sequence of actions wasn’t seamless, the sheer force of May’s grip and unexpected attack left Victor nearly defenseless, pinned to the ground and unable to move.
"What the hell, how can you be so strong?" As May twisted his wrist, Victor could clearly feel that the force she used wasn’t skillful but sheer brute force, a strength that was tenfold greater than his own usual fighting prowess. This... this was simply inhuman!
Victor prided himself on never losing a fight, unmatched in strength, yet here he was, pathetically defeated by a mere woman, utterly humiliating.
"Shut up, I was born with Divine Power, got it? Move again, and I’ll break your hand!" May threatened, applying pressure to his fingers, bending them backwards, the pain bringing cold sweat to Victor’s forehead.
This woman... she was incredibly strong!
"Are you even human? How are you so strong?" Victor protested, attempting to struggle, only to have May punch him in the head, nearly knocking him out.
Damn, her fists felt like iron. Victor had never been hit so hard, even in fights with men, yet this time, it was truly a harsh lesson.
"How did Vincent marry a woman like you? Damn, it’s like I’ve seen a ghost. You’re a freaking superhuman!" Victor, dazed from the punch, once he regained his senses, couldn’t help but grumble.
"None of your damn business! Keep babbling, and see if I don’t punch your lights out."
May had long realized her strength had become extraordinary. Ever since that slap sent Maxwell flying, she had sensed something was different. Testing herself later, she found she had the ability to bend steel and shatter stones with her chest.
Though this power seemed terrifying, and she had feared the worst at first, now it seemed a blessing in disguise. Without it, she might have been the one bullied instead of Victor.
"Fine, fine, I’m scared, alright? Just get off me. Wouldn’t it be awkward if your husband saw this?"
Unable to move and being pummeled for speaking out of turn, Victor had no choice but to soften his tone and beg May.
May looked down at herself straddling Victor, acknowledging the position was indeed inappropriate yet also secure, as it immobilized him completely.
"You think I’m stupid? What if I get up and you hit back?" May wasn’t falling for it, aware that this bastard was up to no good and refusing to trust him.
"But we can’t stay like this. Are you planning on riding me all night?" Victor, failing with the gentle approach, resorted to provocation: "If you want to hold me down, I don’t mind. On my back or chest, it’s all the same. Nice figure too, at least I’m enjoying it!"
"I should really smash that filthy mouth of yours!" Enraged, May punched Victor again, leaving him seeing stars, nearly knocking him unconscious.
Yanking the sheet from the bed, May ripped it into strips and tied Victor’s hands and feet securely, only then stepping off him in relief.
Having dealt with all sorts in society, Victor knew better than to underestimate May, who quickly grabbed the gun from the table and pointed it at Victor’s head, demanding: "Get up now."
Victor lay there awkwardly, his hands tied behind his back by May, making it impossible to rise.
"Girl, you see I can’t get up like this, can you help me?" Victor slyly glanced at May, trying to play the fool.
May wasn’t falling for it, gradually retreating toward the door with the gun pointed at him. She opened the door and called loudly for help: "Someone, come quickly!"
But despite her shouts, no one outside responded. Seeing this, Victor chuckled arrogantly and remarked: "Girl, there’s no point calling. Your bodyguards were taken care of by my men; no one’s coming up."
Realizing the situation, May guessed what was going on outside, but having subdued Victor, she wasn’t afraid.
In the end, taking down the leader naturally gave her a degree of control over the situation.
"Get up now, or I’ll kill you!" May, standing next to Victor, deliberately kicked him. She knew a man like Victor, skilled in combat, wouldn’t be incapable of flipping over unless he was faking it.
