The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 67 - 67 67 Excessive

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you…” Emma Campbell’s father covered his face, his mouth dribbling fresh blood, as he stuttered without being able to say a word.

James Brown snorted coldly and said, “What, you got hit and still won’t accept it?”

“I…

I am Emma’s father,” Emma Campbell’s father emphasized his relationship with Emma Campbell.

“Because of that, I have to beat you!” James Brown stated as he stood up and threw a punch into Emma Campbell’s father’s stomach.

Emma Campbell’s father doubled over as James Brown’s elbow smashed down on his back, knocking him to the ground with a thud.

That wasn’t all.

James Brown delivered a series of kicks, striking randomly at Emma Campbell’s father’s body, each blow resounding heavily, demonstrating the force behind them.

Emma Campbell’s father screamed like a pig being slaughtered, begging continuously, “Stop, stop, please spare my life!” Now he had learned not to use his identity for leverage, as bringing it up only resulted in more beatings.

John Smith and others were sweating profusely.

They were no strangers to beating up people, but the way James Brown was doing it was uncommon even for them.

Such intense, life-threatening hatred was rare.

After a full two minutes, James Brown finally stopped.

Although his beating looked horrific, he had controlled the intensity and had avoided vital areas, choosing instead spots where pain was intensely felt.

This made the beating look severe, and Emma Campbell’s father was in extreme pain, yet it wouldn’t be fatal.

Once done, James Brown sat down, and John Smith immediately handed him a bottle of mineral water saying, “Big Brother, have some water.”

If earlier it was under duress, now John truly admired James Brown; he felt he was no match for such ruthlessness.

James Brown nodded, took a sip of water, and then looking at Emma Campbell’s father, he slowly said, “Do you know why I beat you?”

Emma Campbell’s father, sitting slumped on the ground, flapped his lips like a fish nearing death, his eyes filled with fear as he cautiously said, “It’s me…

the jerk.”

“You know you’re a jerk?” James Brown’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Yes, yes, I am a jerk.

I gamble, got into debt, and made Emma pay it off.

I won’t dare anymore.

I definitely won’t dare again.”

James Brown snorted and said, “I don’t care whether you gamble or die, but let me tell you one thing, if you ever think about exploiting Emma again, I will make you wish you were dead and teach you what real pain is.”

Emma Campbell’s father nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, saying, “Yes, yes, I will never trouble Emma again.”

“Also, I don’t want Emma to know I was here.

If she asks about me, I will surely come and find you.”

James Brown said this casually and then glanced at John Smith and the others.

They shook their heads repeatedly, saying, “We would never tell.”

James Brown stood up, gave Emma Campbell’s father another look, and said coldly, “If you behave well, I might even give Emma some money to keep you from starving in your old age.

Otherwise, if I’m in a bad mood, I might just bury you alive.”

After saying that, he walked out the window and leaped down from the second floor.

Once James Brown left, everyone in the room felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders, all their strength draining away.

Today they had truly understood what a real villain was like.

They were nothing compared to James Brown.

Watching Emma Campbell’s father, they felt a mix of envy and pity.

Envy because he had such an impressive son-in-law, and pity because this son-in-law didn’t respect him as a father-in-law; being beaten up by his son-in-law anytime something came up wasn’t a pleasant experience.

After getting into the rented car, James Brown headed straight back to the warehouse.

By the time they arrived, it was already past two in the late night.

He paid the driver and asked him to wait a little longer before entering the warehouse.

The light in his bedroom was still on.

As he approached the door, Emma Campbell had already opened it, her eyes filled with hopeful anticipation.

She looked pitiful, not daring to ask.

James Brown felt a heartache for her, but managed a slight smile and said, “Don’t worry, your dad is fine now.”

Emma Campbell’s mouth dropped open, a look of utmost joy in her eyes as she stuttered, “Big Brother Brown, is that true?”

“Of course, it’s true.

If you don’t believe me, you can call and ask your dad yourself.”

Emma Campbell nodded repeatedly, pulled out her phone excitedly and dialed the number.

Soon the call connected, “Dad, are you okay?”

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became unclear, “It’s…

It’s okay now.”

“Dad, what’s wrong?

What’s happened to your voice?” Emma Campbell was startled and asked anxiously.

“It’s nothing…

nothing, you’re with…”

“I’m with Big Brother Brown, he’s the one who helped you.”

Emma Campbell’s father’s heart sank.

Knowing that the scoundrel was with his daughter, he dared not speak recklessly.

Even if they weren’t together, he truly didn’t dare to say anything and quickly replied, “Thank Big Brother Brown for me.

Dad won’t gamble anymore, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Dad…” Emma Campbell’s voice choked up, thinking of how much she had cried and how many times she had tried to persuade her father, all without any effect.

And now, with just a move from James Brown, her dad had actually quit gambling.

How could she not be moved?

“It’s late, I need to get some good sleep.

You should rest early too.”

“Okay.” Emma Campbell hung up still feeling excited.

Resolving this wasn’t what made her happiest; it was hearing her father say he would quit gambling.

That was better than anything, so she hardly noticed when her father mentioned that they should rest early.

“It’s getting late, and the taxi is still waiting outside.

I’ll have the car take you back,” James Brown said with a smile, patting Emma Campbell on the shoulder.

Only then did Emma Campbell come back to reality.

She hesitated for a moment and then glanced at James Brown, her face flushed as she whispered, “Big Brother Brown, I…

I’m not leaving today.”

James was taken aback and asked, “Can’t you get back into your school?”

“I…

want to stay…

with you,” Emma Campbell said, lowering her head and twisting the hem of her dress nervously.

Her shy confession made James’s heart sway, but he shook his head, “Silly girl, stop having such thoughts, I don’t need your company.”

Emma Campbell then looked up, her voice filled with emotion, “Big Brother Brown, I’m sincere.

You’ve helped me so much, not only sorting out my dad’s issues but also making him quit gambling.

That means so much to me and my family; the debt of gratitude is too heavy.

I really have no other way to repay it, so…

so.”

James had to admit, the Emma Campbell standing before him was irresistibly tempting, but he did not want to hurt her.

He sighed, “If you do this, it would seem like a transaction to me, and I don’t like that.”

Emma Campbell’s eyes widened in disbelief, gathering the courage to express herself had been hard enough.

She hadn’t expected James to refuse, and his rejection left her unsure of what to do.

James gave a small smile, “It’s really getting late.

I’ll find a hotel for you to stay the night.”

Emma Campbell looked at James, biting her lip and said softly, “I’m not leaving.

I’ll stay here tonight.

If Big Brother Brown wants me…

I’m yours.

If you don’t, then…

I’ll just squeeze in here with you for the night.”

James looked at Emma Campbell and then chuckled, “Alright then.

I’ll just go tell the driver not to wait for you anymore.”

“Okay.” Seeing that James had agreed, Emma Campbell’s face lit up with joy and then blushed with embarrassment.

James went outside to dismiss the taxi and when he came back, Emma Campbell was already lying in bed, covered with a blanket, only her face showing, and her clothes draped over the bed corner, suggesting she might not be wearing much.

Emma Campbell’s eyes were closed, her hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, radiant with allure, like a blooming flower awaiting James’s harvest.

A twitch crossed James’s lips.

Despite having shared a room more than once with Gina Lopez, and once when Gina had a fever, he took care of her all night.

As she lay in bed, Gina never stirred his desires, not because Emma Campbell was more beautiful than Gina—she might even be less attractive—but because with Emma Campbell, if James agreed, he could do anything to her, something Gina could never match.

James turned off the light, then groped his way to the bed, removed his jacket and sweater, left in his long-sleeve shirt due to the winter.

Then he climbed into the bed, pulled back the blanket, and lay down flat.

The bed was a single bed, already at its capacity with two people.

James could hear Emma Campbell’s breathing quicken as he lay down, her nervousness making it hard for her to control her breath.

The bedding was brand new, carrying a fresh scent.

The room was without central heating, just an electric heater, so it wasn’t very warm.

However, an electric blanket under the covers kept the bed warm.

Even with a girl lying next to him, James had no intention of touching her.

He wasn’t a saint; it wasn’t that he was uninterested in Emma Campbell, but he felt she was still a pure girl.

If he touched her, he might get emotionally entangled, something James wasn’t ready for yet, despite Emma Campbell’s strong allure.

After tossing and turning most of the night, James was exhausted and nearly asleep when Emma Campbell cautiously turned to face him.

Her breathing quickened even more, and then, trembling, she placed a small hand on his chest.

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