Chapter: 1014

It was New Year’s Eve; the Harmon family had specially thrown a banquet in the ballroom to host all the guests. However, these guests didn’t look like nice people.

As soon as they sat down, a group of martial artists with impressive waistlines walked over.

"Oh, 1 didn’t think I’d be able to see such beauty here."

The leader was a bearded man naked from the waist up. He was buff, muscular, and had a thick bush of chest hair. When he got close, they could smell the pungent odor coming from his armpits.

"Hey, beautiful. Seems like we’re fated to meet. Are you interested in drinking a few glasses with me?" The bearded man regarded the women up and down, not even disguising the desire in his eyes.

"Not interested," Natasha declined.

"Gorgeous, in the martial world, having more friends always trumps having more enemies. Don’t you think so?" The bearded man flashed the knife tucked in his belt. His words and actions carried a hint of threat.

"You stink, so please keep a distance from me. Don’t ruin our meal," Natasha remarked coldly.

"Do I smell? Why do I not smell it?" The bearded man raised both his arms and sniffed his armpits. Instantly, his body odor filled the air. Everyone frowned at the stench.

"Beautiful, I don’t think you know. That’s the smell of a true man!"

"That’s right! The heavier a man’s scent, the stronger he is. You should appreciate it." "Hahaha…"

The muscular men at the back began to poke fun. All of them were behaving brazenly, leering at them.

"Ms. Natasha, why don’t we leave for now? These people look difficult," Edmund advised quietly, shrinking into himself.

"Why are you panicking, Dad? This is the Harmons’ home. What kind of trouble are they capable of kicking up here?" Abigail glared. She’d always looked down on her father’s cowardly tendencies, always recoiling at the most minor things. Was he even a man?

"You’d better get out of my sight while I’m not angry yet," Natasha said, her expression cold as ice.

"Oh, you’re pretty feisty! I like it." The bearded man rubbed his chin.

"Unfortunately, beautiful, those two wusses next to you can’t be your knights in shining armor." As he spoke, he glanced at Dustin and Edmund. One was a much younger man, and another was a wrinkled old geezer. They were nothing to fear.

"Just me alone is enough to fight you!" Abigail said, slamming her palm into the table and jumping to her feet. Having been through Dustin’s training the past few days, her abilities had improved by leaps and bounds, which greatly boosted her confidence.

"Gorgeous, I’ll play with you, but I’d rather do it in bed," the bearded man said, grinning sleazily.

"You-" Abigail was furious and humiliated. She was about to get violent, but Edmund stopped her.

"Abigail, don’t be rash. Harmony is of utmost importance."

"You’re always like this. Can you grow a pair?!" Abigail frowned.