Awakening the War God

Chapter 270 Gabriel Takes Action

"Gab... Gabriel?"

All of Priscilla's pessimistic emotions were disrupted by her current state of bewilderment.

She was utterly astonished. How did Gabriel end up here?

He was even mingling with the marriage proposal group, holding a sign that said "Love."

He looked fairly comical that way.

His presence, however, eased her tightly wound heart somewhat.

This was a truly mysterious man.

His presence constantly surprised her, and these surprises often came with something she'd anticipated.

This time, for instance, when she hoped someone would give her the courage to decline a marriage proposal. And at that very moment, Gabriel materialized.

"Damn it!"

Ramon's face darkened as he stood up, tossing the flowers and the ring aside. He marched menacingly towards Gabriel.

Just when he thought he had everything in place to successfully propose to Priscilla, an unexpected nuisance arrived to ruin the moment.

Today, he must teach this troublemaker a lesson.

How dare this guy sabotage his proposal!

The guests at the scene, all friends and family of Ramon, directed their angry glares at Gabriel.

Crashing a proposal party was utterly unforgivable, especially when the who proposed was the son of Doyle, the police station director. This was a direct challenge to the Jeff family.

Doyle, a man of intelligence, saw from Priscilla's expression that she knew Gabriel.

He walked over to Priscilla and asked, "Do you know that person?"

Upon hearing the question, Priscilla turned abruptly.

Her eyes shifted, but she remained silent. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Seeing her flustered expression, Mr. Coleman knew he had guessed correctly.

He grunted heavily. "If anyone dares to disrupt my son's proposal and make our family lose face in front of so many friends and family, no matter who this guy is, I'll make him regret what he's done today!"

Hearing Doyle's determined words, Priscilla's heart was gripped once again.

Although Gabriel had impressive combat power, Doyle was, after all, the director of the local police station.

If this matter escalated, Gabriel was bound to suffer.

While Priscilla was worrying, Ramon had already walked up to Gabriel, his face fierce and menacing.

Ms. Scarlett, frightened, grabbed Gabriel's arm, shaking it vigorously. "Gabriel, apologize to Mr. Ramon right away! Hurry, or I'll fine you all your money!"

"Apologize?" Gabriel looked puzzled. "Why should I apologize? Did I say something wrong? He's already so ugly that even a pig would shake its head when it sees him!"

"What kind of society is this, where telling the truth is a crime?"

"And hey, Ms. Scarlett, this guy is in his thirties, and he's acting like a baby. Why should a woman marry such a big baby?"

"Look at all the pimples on his face. He should be called Mr. Pimple!"

Gabriel's words made Ms. Scarlett despair. She covered her face with her hand, unable to face what was about to happen.

She was furious that such a handsome guy turned out to be a stubborn idiot.

Ramon's eyes narrowed to slits. He was about to explode.

He furiously pointed at Gabriel's face and yelled, "Who the hell are you, you little runt? How dare you cause trouble here! Do you even know who I am? I can have you arrested for insulting me, and I will make sure you suffer for this. Trust me, you won't walk out of this place unharmed today!"

"Who the hell are you?" Gabriel shrugged indifferently. "And why should I care who you are? I'll call you Mr. Pimple from now on."

Ramon's small eyes were nearly closed. He was seething with anger.

His menacing voice came out between gritted teeth. "I'm the son of Doyle from the Green Police Station. Just for insulting me earlier, you're committing a crime. I can have you arrested, and I'll play with you inside the cell!"

"Daring to mess with me, a little runt like you? I'll make you regret this!"

Gabriel wasn't the least bit intimidated and even found this whole situation amusing.

He chuckled, "Wow, you're acting like a spoiled brat. You're already in your thirties and yet it seems you're nothing without your dad. And you're now shamelessly yelling it out aloud."

"Big baby Mr. Pimple. You should just go home and have some milk!"

With Gabriel's comment, many people in the crowd almost burst into laughter.

Although they were friends or family of Ramon, watching him get insulted was somehow amusing.

"Ha, ha!"

At this moment, the stage erupted with hearty laughter.

All eyes turned towards seven-year-old Natalie, who was laughing heartily while holding her little bulldog.

In the midst of her laughter, Natalie couldn't resist adding a taunting remark: "Daddy's acting like a baby who needs milk, it's so much fun, I've even quit milk!"

Her words set Ramon's anger ablaze.

He raised his fist and charged towards Gabriel, determined to give him a beating.

After losing face, there was no choice but to regain it by pounding Gabriel relentlessly.

While everyone feared for Gabriel, there was an unexpected "bang" as Ramon was sent flying by a forceful kick from Gabriel.

He landed several yards away, face down on the ground.

In an instant, silence descended upon the scene.

No one had anticipated that Gabriel would stand up to Ramon and send him flying so far away.

The sheer dominance of the act left everyone stunned into silence.

"My son!"

On the stage, Doyle saw his son knocked down and leaped to his feet in a fit of rage.

He hurried to his son's side and, with great effort, helped him to his feet.

His son's mouth was foaming with saliva, his face had turned pale, and the pain left him unable to speak.

"You dare to hit my son! I'll make you pay tenfold!" Doyle's face contorted in fury as he bellowed.

Four young men immediately rushed out of the crowd and made their way towards Gabriel. They were all working under Doyle and were colleagues of Priscilla.

The leader, known as Kenny, pulled out handcuffs from his belt and, grumbling as he walked, approached Gabriel. "Daring to hit Mr. Ramon, you've got no idea what you've done. You're coming with me to the police station!"

Doyle entrusted his son to two other men for support and threatened Gabriel vehemently. "I am the law, I am almighty, and I will arrest you. You'll suffer like you've never imagined!"

On the stage, Priscilla couldn't bear to watch any longer.

She shouted at Gabriel in desperation, "Gabriel, this isn't your fight; you need to leave!"

Assaulting a police officer carried grave consequences, and she just hoped Gabriel would make a quick exit to avoid getting entangled further.

It all started due to her, she thought, and she was willing to shoulder the consequences alone.

"Leave?" Priscilla's words brought Ramon back to his senses.

He pushed aside the men helping him and pointed at Priscilla with anger, scolding her, "You wicked bitch, I knew this man was someone special to you! I've been treating you so well, and you dare to fool around with another man. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson, you cheap bitch!"

In the meantime, Kenny promptly moved to handcuff Gabriel.

"Just you?" Gabriel narrowed his eyes and made a swift move. He grabbed the handcuffs and gave Kenny a forceful kick that sent him flying six or seven yards away, rendering him unable to stand up.

He then took the handcuffs, broke them in half with a firm grip.

Next, he used both hands, gripping with such force that he deformed the sturdy handcuffs.

"Miss Weber, trust me, I ended up here purely by accident. I had no intention of helping you. I was simply appalled by the arrogance of this father and son, so I stepped in. Please don't misunderstand me."

After discarding the deformed handcuffs, Gabriel attempted to explain, "I'm truly disgusted by this father and son. They're acting so arrogantly despite holding only a position as a police station director. If they become council members, they'll be intolerable. It's genuinely pitiful, and if I'm not mistaken, your brother's case is likely stuck because of them, right?"

"Oh! This father and son threatened you with your brother's case to force you into this marriage, didn't they?"

Priscilla remained silent, merely closing her eyes in agony.

Just this one action conveyed everything to Gabriel.

His hunch was correct.

"Ah, you silly girl." Gabriel narrowed his eyes and continued, "Let me impart a piece of wisdom today. It's a stark reality! If you want to seek revenge for your brother, your sense of justice won't be of any use. You'll need this-"

He approached Doyle and slapped him fiercely with a loud "smack"...