Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: Blind Fool, You Dare Touch My Woman?

Benedict looked at her frosty little face and couldn’t help but grab her into an embrace, leaning forward to kiss her, saying, "Aurora, we already have a marriage agreement, I’ll treat you well."

Aurora was held by the unfamiliar masculine presence, her face pale. Never had she thought that the well-mannered childhood friend she knew could also possess the vile nature of a man. Such blatant desire made her nauseous. She struggled violently, trying to scream, but her throat was hoarse, unable to utter a word.

Outside the VIP lounge, as Griffith Squire hesitated, he saw on the surveillance footage that Benedict was about to hug the frightened young girl, eagerly trying to kiss her.

Watching the little white rabbit he had carefully nurtured for years being harassed by what was essentially a wolf in human guise, Griffith’s anger flared up instantly. He cared not about treating her speech issues, his face went cold, and he kicked the door open, delivering a hefty kick to the eldest Shaw, knocking him to the ground, shouting angrily, "You blind son of a bitch, how dare you touch my woman."

Benedict was knocked to the ground by the kick, nearly spitting blood, and after a while, he cried out miserably, "Help! Murder!"

Griffith held the frightened young girl in his arms, calmly patting her back, saying, "Don’t be afraid."

After speaking, he glanced at Cornelius Turner, who stepped forward and mercilessly kicked Benedict’s handsome face. By the time the Shaw family learned of the incident and rushed over, the eldest Shaw was barely breathing.

Mrs. Shaw, known for her sharp tongue and doting on her son, screamed and rushed forward upon seeing her cherished son beaten bloody, holding him in her arms and shouting sharply, "Is there no law?"

The crowd outside whispered among themselves, opting for self-preservation and watching the drama from outside the door, not daring to intervene. Only the Shaw Family Head and a few local Brocade City big shots squeezed in. Seeing the scene inside, their faces turned green.

"Griffith Squire, you’re bullying others too much."

"This is deliberate harm; I’m going to sue you into bankruptcy." The Shaw Family Head shouted angrily, their eyes wide open. At their own event, their heir was beaten like this. If they didn’t resolve Griffith Squire today, anyone would feel they could step on the Shaw family in the future.

Regarding the Shaw family’s dignity, the Family Head made a quick decision. Despite Griffith being formidable, he was the first to assault; they had the moral upper hand and could proceed with legal action.

Aurora had calmed down, seeing Benedict beaten like this by Griffith’s men, her hands and feet felt cold. It was all her fault; she had dragged him into it.

Griffith patted the tense young girl, went to the lounge’s sofa, and pulled out a silenced gun he carried, his gaze sharp, his presence transforming into an extraordinarily sharp blade. He sneered, saying, "Even if I kill your son today, what can you do to me?"

The man skillfully played with the new model gun in his hand, his eyes carrying a hint of murderous intent, aiming at both Benedict and the kneeling Mrs. Shaw.

Mrs. Shaw was so frightened her legs weakened, crying out miserably, "Crazy, crazy."

"Mr. Fang, hurry up and have him arrested." The Shaw Family Head’s heart pounded, witnessing such blatant threat of force in public for the first time. Besides, who would carry a gun, especially such an obviously advanced model not seen on the market, in these peaceful times. This dangerous man must be locked up in prison.

The Shaw Family Head grabbed Director Fang, who was trying to slip away, shouting angrily, "You all saw it; he wants to kill my son, call the police."

Director Fang regretted attending this disastrous event, caught trying to sneak away.

"Mr. Squire, perhaps there’s some misunderstanding here?" Realizing he couldn’t escape, Director Fang cautiously attempted to mediate, saying, "See, there are ladies here, let’s keep it civil; it’d be bad if Miss Coldwell were frightened."

Seeing Aurora, like a saving grace, Director Fang’s eyes lit up. The Shaw family were like frogs in a well, daring to provoke even this man. Griffith had close ties to the Italian mafia, and when he came to Brocade City, the entire Southwest Military Zone closely monitored without daring to act. Old Shaw had grown reckless over the years, failing to check backgrounds, and dragged Director Fang into their impending doom.

Feeling uneasy, Director Fang spoke with deference, "When Mr. Squire came to Brocade City, Major General Richard Shaw from the Imperial City specifically reminded us not to be neglectful. If there’s a misunderstanding with the Shaw family, I’d be willing to mediate."

Contemplating deeply, Director Fang brought up the major general from the Imperial City, a statement of considerable weight. Were it not for the issue occurring in his district, he would love to feign ignorance. He casually invoked the name of Richard Shaw, oblivious to the enmity between Griffith Squire and the Shaw Family.

"You’re talking about that Richard Shaw bastard? I haven’t even gone to the Imperial City to settle accounts with him, and he’s already concerned about Brocade City?" Griffith’s handsome face darkened, sneering.

Sweat beaded more on Director Fang’s forehead, while the onlookers’ expressions varied, especially the Shaw family members, their expressions most dramatic. Brocade City, far from the Emperor’s influence, could act dominantly locally, but couldn’t compare with the Imperial City. Seeing Griffith regard even the legendary Major General from the Imperial City with disdain, everyone pondered over his true background.

Today, the Shaw family’s guaranteed to become Brocade City’s laughingstock.

"Director Fang, what are you implying? Is my son to be beaten for nothing? If you don’t intervene, I’ll appeal, even if I have to go to the Imperial City." The Shaw Family Head, pushed to desperation, issued a threat.

Fang’s face soured, questioning what this had to do with him, yet he had become stuck between a rock and a hard place. Wishing he could knock sense into Old Shaw, whose positioning, ignoring the firearm, involved a gun he’d never seen, likely a military model tracked by the Imperial City military. Such a person couldn’t be ordinary.

Director Fang opted to wash his hands of the situation.

The Shaw Family Head was so infuriated he nearly fell backward, yelling, "Where’s security, dead? I can’t believe you can shoot someone right here."

The situation immediately reached an impasse.

Aurora, seeing the escalating tension, approached Griffith, tugging his shirt, shaking her head, hoping he’d let it go.

Griffith observed her pale face, lacking any color, her large dark eyes still filled with fear. He reached out to hold her hand, glanced at the unconscious on the ground, whether dead or alive, Benedict. Then he stood up, looking at the seemingly tough but truly exhausted Shaw Family Head, coldly sneering, "Don’t let me see your son again in Brocade City, or I’ll beat him every time. Want to appeal? Remember to engage with the National Security Department; I’m afraid you won’t even find a way."