Evil MC's NTR Harem

To them, Ross was a fool, blind to the gravity of the situation. But Reina and Mari didn't laugh. They didn't even smile.

They knew better.

Reina's eyes darted toward Kirito, a silent plea buried in their depths. She knew her husband's temper, knew how easily his fury could cloud his judgment. But she also knew Ross.

His strange, almost supernatural abilities weren't something any ordinary man could counter. In his world, brute force wasn't always enough.

Kirito's face darkened, his gaze flicking between Ross and Reina.

"Baka! You expect me to eat in your house after you've fucked my wife?" His voice thundered, echoing through the room like a clap of thunder.

Ross didn't flinch. Instead, his smile widened, his posture remaining relaxed.

Kirito turned to his men, his voice sharp and commanding.

"Teach him a lesson he won't forget. Don't kill him—just make sure he remembers not to mess with me."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he gestured toward Ross as though brushing off an annoying pest.

Ross leaned back slightly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Can we at least talk this through?" he asked, his tone unbothered.

"Violence should never be the first answer to a problem. It should be the last, after all other options have been exhausted."

One of Kirito's men, a broad-shouldered brute with a thick Japanese accent, sneered.

"We're going to break your legs, boy. There's no point in talking."

Ross sighed dramatically, shaking his head as though he pitied their lack of imagination.

"As you wish," he said finally. He turned slightly to address Brandon, his voice calm and composed.

"Brandon, deal with them. And since you've been so patient, you'll finally get to eat again."

"Thank you, master," Brandon replied, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Brandon stepped forward, his towering frame casting an imposing shadow over the room. The air grew heavier, charged with an unspoken threat.

His massive hands clenched into fists, the faint sound of knuckles cracking echoing through the tense silence.

Kirito's men instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, their confidence faltering as Brandon's sheer presence bore down on them. He wasn't just a doorman.

His movements, his posture, the way his eyes gleamed with a predatory focus—it was clear he was something far more dangerous.

For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. Then Ross chuckled softly, the sound breaking the tension like a knife.

"Don't worry," he said, addressing Kirito with an almost condescending air.

"Brandon's quite efficient. This won't take long."

The storm was about to break, and everyone in the room knew it.

Ten men moved to the front, forming a line of aggression, while five others stayed back, positioning themselves protectively in front of Kirito to prevent any mishaps.

The room was tense, the air thick with anticipation.

All eyes were on Brandon. His stillness was unnerving, his massive frame an ominous reminder of the chaos he could unleash. Everyone expected him to bide his time, maybe even retreat.

But Brandon had other plans.

"Whoosh!"

His huge body surged forward like a cannonball, charging into the group of ten with a ferocity that caught everyone off guard. Chaos erupted. It wasn't a brawl—it was a massacre.

Bang!

Brandon tackled one man to the ground with bone-jarring force, his fists raining down mercilessly.

Each punch landed with a sickening crunch, and though the others surrounded him, delivering kicks and punches from all directions, it was as if they were hitting solid steel.

Brandon didn't flinch, didn't even slow down.

"Puchi!" Blood spattered across the floor as his knuckles turned into a crimson mess. The man beneath him was unrecognizable, his face disfigured beyond recognition.

Whether he was dead or alive was anyone's guess—the entire assault lasted mere seconds, too fast for anyone to intervene.

With one man down, Brandon rose like an unrelenting force of nature, his demon mask still miraculously intact. His hulking figure turned slowly, scanning the remaining men for his next target.

"Food…"

The word escaped his lips in a low, guttural growl. The sound chilled the air, sending shivers down the spines of every man in the room.

It wasn't the word itself that was terrifying—it was the way he said it, as if they weren't opponents but prey.

The fear in the room was palpable.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you!"

One of the men finally cracked, his voice trembling as he raised his gun and aimed it squarely at Brandon.

The others quickly followed suit, drawing their weapons and forming a semi-circle around him.

Their hands shook as they trained their guns on the behemoth, trying to steady themselves against the wave of terror crashing over them.

This also made sure that nobody would be hit in a friendly fire when bullets begin to fly.

Brandon stopped moving, his imposing figure now eerily still. His eyes, shadowed by the mask, glinted with something primal.

Slowly, deliberately, he tilted his head, as if mocking their attempts to control the situation.

"Shoot him already!" one of the men barked, his voice tinged with alarm.

But no one fired.

The semi-circle closed tighter, their weapons trained on Brandon, yet not a single man dared to pull the trigger. It wasn't just the threat of friendly fire—it was him. His presence. It paralyzed them.

Brandon stood silently, like a beast waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And then he spoke again, his voice a deep rumble that cut through the silence like a blade.

"Is that all you've got? Hiding behind metal toys? Pathetic."

The words weren't loud, but they echoed, filling the room with a foreboding weight. In that moment, the men realized something chilling: Brandon wasn't just toying with them—he was enjoying this.

"Since you all like guns so much," Brandon said, his voice a deep rumble that carried an unsettling calm, "I'll show you mine too."

With deliberate ease, he reached to his sides and drew two gleaming .357 Magnums, their barrels catching the dim light like twin fangs of a loud killer. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire