“Natasha, you worthless bitch! You actually had the guts to come back here?”

The moment Natasha and Andrew stepped into the Langley residence, the family erupted in rage. The one shouting was Jim Langley, the eldest son, with shifty eyes and a greasy, lecherous face.

Jim was Margaret’s firstborn and Benjamin’s uncle, second only to Margaret in authority within the Langley family.

At his command, more than a dozen young men from the clan rushed out, baseball bats and metal pipes in hand, surrounding Andrew and Natasha.

With a mocking sneer, Jim barked, “Since you’ve come crawling back, you’d better be ready to face family punishment! Natasha, Mom already gave me the right to deal with you. If you know what’s good for you, get on your knees and beg. Otherwise, not only you, but that loser standing beside you, is finished!”

Natasha replied flatly, “Jim, you’re nothing but a filthy animal. Mrs. Langley Senior may be reckless and foolish, but at least she isn’t truly evil. You, though… You’re different. You think I don’t know what disgusting thoughts you’ve been hiding?”

Jim let out a nasty laugh. “Disgusting? You dare say that about me? You’re the one who ran off and hooked up with another man! If anyone here is filthy, it’s you!”

Natasha sneered. “I cut ties with the Langley family a long time ago. As for whether you’re filthy… Do I really need to spell it out? You parade around as the family’s elder, but the things you secretly wanted from me? Don’t think no one noticed.”

Jim’s face went pale, and he shouted in panic, “Shut your damn mouth, slut! If you won’t listen, then don’t blame me for being ruthless! Men, drag her to Mom so she can beg for forgiveness! And as for that bastard with her, break his legs and throw him out!”

From the second Andrew appeared, Jim’s gaze had been full of venom and jealousy. He could not stand the thought of Natasha being with some outsider. Who knew how many times she had already given herself to him? Rage boiled inside Jim as he screamed.

Like Benjamin and the others, Jim had long lusted after Natasha. The truth was, there was not a single beautiful woman left in the Langley family. His own wife was a notorious shrew, ugly as a sow. He suffered in silence but did not dare to cheat on her.

So for years, his eyes had lingered on Natasha, the widow he could not have. Back then, she had coldly rejected him, and now she dared to come back and call him a creep, treating him like some disgusting pervert.

More than a dozen Langley family members swung their clubs and attacked Andrew.

Natasha wanted to intervene, but Andrew held her back. “It’s fine, just watch from the side. I’ll handle this!”

Then, he moved like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep.

In just a few moves, he snapped the clubs one by one and sent each Langley family member to the ground, rolling and screaming in agony as they clutched their stomachs, blood streaming from their mouths.

Jim was shocked and furious. “Bastard, how dare you hurt my Langley family members! You little punk, prepare to die!”

He crossed his palms and flew toward Andrew, revealing decent martial arts skills. Unfortunately, they were merely passable.

In Andrew’s eyes, he was no different from a filthy animal. With a backhand palm strike launched through the air, a surge of scorching true energy shot across the space and struck Jim squarely in the chest.

With a wail, Jim threw back his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His entire body began smoking from the head, turning completely red as if he were about to be cooked.

The flame energy from the Inferno Strike had penetrated through the palm wind and invaded his meridians. If Andrew had not held back, that single palm strike would have been enough to send Jim straight to hell!

“Y–Y–You…” Jim lay on the ground, his gaze toward Andrew no longer showing any insolence, and what remained was only shock and deep, overwhelming fear.

He truly could not imagine what level Andrew’s strength was, as he nearly killed him with a single palm strike.

Natasha sneered, “Jim, you brought this on yourself.”

Jim gritted his teeth. “Natasha, even if you’ve brought in an expert! But our Langley family is a prominent household in Terror Town! Mom has martial saint–level strength and won’t be afraid of this guy at all.”

Natasha was about to say something more, but Andrew had already spoken. “No need to waste more words with him. Let’s go see Mrs. Langley Senior and find out what this old hag wants to do!”

He grabbed Jim from the ground and strode into the Langley family compound with Natasha.

At that moment in the Langley family’s main hall, Margaret sat with a dark, grim expression.