Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 166 When Gods Cook

The man glared now, anger flashing across his face. "Get your hands off me, you rich little shit," he snapped, trying to shove Parker back. "You think you matter because your daddy—"

The rest of his sentence was cut off by the sickening crack of bone. Parker twisted the man's wrist hard enough that the joint gave way with a pop, the unnatural angle making the crowd gasp.

The man howled in pain, his knees buckling slightly. "You broke my fucking wrist!" he yelled, clutching his arm.

But Parker wasn't done. Not even close.

The first punch landed square on the man's nose, the crunch of cartilage breaking echoing through the boutique. Blood sprayed down his face, dripping onto the polished floor.

The man staggered back, one hand clutching his face. "What the fuck, man?!" he shouted, but Parker didn't let him recover.

Another punch smashed into his cheek, splitting the skin just below his eye. Swelling started immediately, the skin darkening as blood vessels burst.

"How fucking dare you touch her?" Parker growled, stepping forward as the man stumbled back.

A third punch sent him sprawling against the nearest display case, the glass rattling from the impact. The guy's lip split open, blood dripping onto his shirt. He coughed, trying to catch his breath, but Parker was already on him again.

The next hit landed in his gut, the force knocking the air out of him. He doubled over, gasping, but Parker didn't let up.

Punch after punch rained down—his jaw, his temple, his ribs. Each hit was met with the wet thud of skin on skin, the man's face swelling grotesquely. His left eye was already nearly shut, the bruise spreading like a sick, dark flower. Blood streamed from his nose, mixing with the sweat dripping off his chin.

"Stop," the man tried to gasp, his voice barely audible.

"Stop?" Parker echoed, his tone mocking, his knuckles already bloodied. He grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, lifting him just enough to drive his fist into his stomach again. The man retched, coughing and groaning as he collapsed back onto the floor.

"How dare you fucking touch her?!" Parker's voice was louder now, his anger boiling over. He dropped to his knees, pinning the man beneath him. His fists came down again, over and over.

The crowd around them stood frozen, too stunned to intervene. Some of them flinched with every punch, the sound of bones crunching and skin splitting making their stomachs churn.@@@@

Tessa didn't answer right away, just nodded against him. But her shaking didn't stop.

"You're fine," Parker said firmly, like he was willing her to believe it. "He can't touch you anymore. It's okay."

But Tessa's voice was small, almost a whisper. "You went too far... What if they take you to jail?"

Her words hung in the air, and for the first time since it all began, Parker smiled—just a faint curve of his lips. "I'm not going to jail," he said, his tone calm but unwavering. "Trust me."

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. "How do you even know? They're gonna blame you for this. You—"

"Tessa," Parker cut her off, his hands resting on her shoulders. "I need you to go to the car. Now. Before the cops get here."

"But—"

"Go." His voice was firm, but there was a softness beneath it, a quiet reassurance that he had this under control.

Tessa hesitated, her gaze darting between him and the crowd. "What are you gonna do?" she whispered.

"I'll handle it," he said simply, his eyes flicking down to Ere, who sat silently at his feet. His stare lingered for just a moment, a silent command passing between them. "Don't let her out of your sight this time and you know what else you should do."

Ere nodded, her golden eyes gleaming as she padded over to Tessa.

The crowd parted slightly as Tessa reluctantly turned and walked away, Ere trailing protectively at her heels. People whispered as she passed, their gazes heavy with a mix of curiosity and shock.

Some of them thought she was abandoning him; others were too stunned to even process what was happening. But Parker's calm, unwavering expression made it clear—he wanted her gone, and he wasn't going anywhere.

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In Olympus gods watched in silence but particularly, Apollo had that smile on his face like he had achieved exactly what he had been aiming for.