Military Lord of the White Coats

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The heavy atmosphere inside the villa was finally broken up by the sound of the door opening from the outside.

Old Madam Taylor looked at Serena Taylor and urged her, "Serena, go and see if your father and the others are back."

Serena Taylor nodded and immediately walked out of the living room.

However, before she could even take two steps, she saw that the person was not her father but Bruce White, and he was walking towards her. Her expression immediately darkened.

"You motherless wild man, you dare show up here?" Serena Taylor said to Bruce White with a frosty face.

"Where is Brianne!?"

Bruce White also wore a steely face, his voice cold and indifferent. His whole body exuded an aura that warned all strangers to stay away.

When Serena Taylor saw this, she gave a cold laugh. "Are you still thinking about taking care of other people? I tell you, Young Master Richards is inside right now. This time, you just wait for your turn to suffer!"

Facing Serena Taylor's taunting sarcasm, Bruce White looked completely unmoved and walked directly towards the door that led to the hall.

When Serena Taylor saw that she was being ignored, she couldn't help but shout, "Stop! This is the Taylors' villa, not the prison where you came from!

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"Grandma already said she's going to make you kneel down and apologize to Young Master Mark Richards. I think today you will kneel from this yard all the way to the hall.

"Maybe, Young Master Richards would be gracious enough to still accept your apology. Otherwise, hahaha..."

"Get out of my way!"

Serena Taylor laughed with disdain, but before she finished laughing, Bruce White's steel-cold voice interrupted her, shocking her aside.

"You!"

Serena Taylor, who had been pushed to the side, followed behind him with a reluctant face, gritting her teeth.

"Grandma, Bruce White insists on barging in and I couldn't stop him. Look at him like this, so rude!! He doesn't respect us Taylors."

Serena Taylor trailed behind, and as soon as she walked in, she started to complain.

After Old Madam Taylor heard this, she merely looked at Bruce White without any expression on her face.

"You have the cheek to come back!?"

Old Madam Taylor thumped her walking stick on the ground really hard and her entire person looked as if she was in an extreme state of anger.

If it weren't for this god-forsaken wildling in front of her, none of that stuff would have happened last night, and Mark Richards wouldn't be here right now making trouble for them.

All of this was because of some godd*mned wildling!

"Mom, look at his attitude. I already told you a long time ago, this boy was born a rebel and a natural turncoat who can never become one of us." Serena Taylor's mother, Freisa Vade, was now busy adding fuel to the fire.

But Bruce White's attention was not on any of these people at the moment. He looked at Brianne Taylor who was still kneeling on the ground. When he saw that hideous handprint on her face, he was instantly burning with rage!

"Who did that!?"

Bruce White came to Brianne Taylor's side and helped her up, immediately questioning the people he ignored furiously.

Brianne Taylor only shook her head bitterly when she heard his words. Then, she looked at him with exasperation, "Why won't you listen to me and stay away?"

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Bruce White did not answer Brianne Taylor's question, he turned to look at those who were around them, including Mark Richards who was sitting on the main seat.

In his deep gaze, there was a bone-chilling coldness. Just one look at him made the onlooker shudder as if they had been dropped into an ice cellar.

"Who did this!?"

His steely voice sounded again, echoing inside the Taylors' villa. The whole place instantly quieted down.

At this moment, everyone present was subconsciously avoiding his gaze, not daring to look at him.

Finally, the instigator, Serena Taylor, couldn't stand it anymore. She said arrogantly, "I did it, so what? It was her own fault she had no respect..."

Slap!

Suddenly, a series of crisp slaps were heard, sounding almost like firecrackers. Then, all everyone saw was a figure flying past them.

With a loud bang, Serena Taylor's body slammed into the wall.

The entire villa seemed to tremble at this moment.

Total silence!

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, the entire villa was dead silent such that even the drop of a needle would be heard.

No one had any time to react and no one saw when Bruce White had made his move.

All they knew was that after the sounds of the slaps, they saw Serena Taylor flying out, and then there was that earthquake-like sensation.

Wow!

After everyone came to their senses again, there was a loud burst of uproar immediately. Many of them were so fearful that they dared not scrutinize Bruce White further.

"You b*stard! You dare to beat my daughter!?" As soon as Freisa Vade came to her senses, she immediately rushed towards Bruce White, baring her teeth and claws.

However, when she stood in front of Bruce White, she was cowed by the look in his eyes. She stepped back sullenly, staggered, and fell directly to the ground.

"Out of order! Out of order! Bruce White! You awful rebel from nowhere, do you want to turn this house upside down? This is the Taylors!!!" Old Madam Taylor reprimanded with gusto while leaning on her cane.

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However, from the moment he arrived until now, Bruce White did not even look at her once.

If it weren't for Brianne Taylor holding him back at the moment, he really wouldn't mind letting the entire Taylor household experience some of his capabilities.

"Bruce, don't be impulsive, let's solve the problem at hand first." At this time, Shauna Taylor also pulled him back.

Bruce White glanced at Brianne Taylor and nodded in agreement. At this point, Shauna Taylor filled him in with a low voice, "The Richards want us to give them twenty million.

"Ten million for the dowry that we received from the Richards, and another ten million for the medical expenses of the people you beat up last night.

"The old lady meant for you to kneel down and apologize to Mark Richards so that he won't hold the Taylors responsible anymore."

"Bruce, this all happened because of me, I'll apologize to him," Brianne Taylor said emphatically.

Bruce White cast a comforting look at her, then smiled and told her, "Silly girl, how can I let you apologize?"

After he finished saying this, Bruce White walked slowly to Old Madam Taylor and cast a glance at Mark Richards, who was sitting on the main seat like he owned the place.

"You want me to apologize to him?" Bruce White said nonchalantly. There seemed to be a bit of faint mischief hidden between his words.

Old Madam Taylor squinted her ancient eyes and said in a steely voice, "As long as you are willing to apologize to Young Master Richards here, I can forget about everything that happened just now. Otherwise, the Taylors will make you real sorry!"

"Well, since you have decided, then I will go and apologize to him!"

Bruce White smiled coldly and immediately walked towards Mark Richards.

The latter looked at Bruce White who was walking over to him and a sarcastic smile emerged on his bloated face.

"Hahaha...so what if you can fight? You still have to obediently apologize to me all the same. Kneel and kowtow until I am satisfied!" Mark Richards looked at Bruce White haughtily, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

But just as he was expecting Bruce White to kneel and kowtow to him, Bruce White walked straight up to stand in front of him.

"Young Master Richards, I apologize!"

Boom!

As soon as his voice fell and before Mark Richards could even react to what Bruce White said, he felt a crackling sound coming from his arm, like the sound of bones breaking.

Wow!

Mark Richards's heart shuddered suddenly. He wanted to struggle but his own body was no longer under his control as he flew off the ground.

Yes, he flew off the ground—all three hundred plus pounds of him actually flew!

There was a bang even louder than the one that Serena Taylor made just now.

Mark Richards, whose frame was more than three hundred pounds, had been picked up by a single arm and thrown out into the yard.

As Mark Richards made his landing, the hearts of everyone in the Taylors also crashed to the ground.

It's over now. This time, there was absolutely no room for any reconciliation!

Wow!

Everyone in the Taylors stared at Bruce White with a look of incomparable hatred. They were so crestfallen it seemed as if they were in a funeral procession.

"You...you...you...." Old Madam Taylor pointed at Bruce White as she trembled without ceasing, greatly agitated by his behavior. But Bruce White simply spoke without much concern, "Didn't you tell me to apologize? I did—this is how I apologize!"