Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 677 You’re Divorced… Why Meddle In Other People’s Business?

Arthur slammed the door open at that precise moment, catching Old Peter completely by surprise.

He had assumed this residence was solely occupied by women, so the sudden appearance of several men left him completely bewildered.

Arthur's gaze fell upon the kitchen knife in Old Peter's hand, and a cold, mocking smile spread across his face. "What's the meaning of this? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate with a kitchen knife?"

In Arthur's own grip was a golf club, a piece of property reportedly acquired as repayment for a debt. It was the kind of item one could legally keep in their vehicle, prepared for any unexpected confrontations.

Anyone with a bit of experience knew that a chopping knife was mostly for show. Without proper training, an ordinary person couldn't wield it effectively. In a real fight, it was about as useful as swinging a metal ruler.

Unless one managed to hit a critical area like an artery or the neck, its actual lethality was quite limited. Its primary function was to slice open skin, draw a bit of blood, which looked intimidating, but unless the blood loss was significant, it didn't pose a serious threat.

Truly dangerous weapons were blunt instruments. With enough force behind a swing, even a glancing blow could result in broken bones and torn muscles.

Old Peter remained frozen, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Wood, Arthur… what are you doing here? Weren't you and Ruth… divorced?"

Arthur's expression darkened, his sneer deepening. "Nonsense. You're not even dead yet, so why shouldn't I be here?"

For years, Ruth had been raising their three children alone. Arthur provided a monthly allowance but rarely visited. Many people assumed they were divorced, and Ruth never bothered correcting them. This misconception was precisely what emboldened a lonely man like Old Peter to interfere.

Old Peter instinctively took a step back in fear, lowering the hand holding the knife as his back hit the wall.

The weapon Arthur carried was a golf club, and the four younger men accompanying him had tools like extended screwdrivers. While all these items were perfectly legal, their potential for causing harm was significant, and it was entirely plausible for construction workers to carry such things.

"He looks pretty scared, doesn't he?"

Nancy commented, a hint of bewilderment in her voice.

Logically, Old Peter was the type of stubborn rogue who feared neither gods nor men, believing himself to be the toughest guy around – the kind of single-minded individual best left alone.

"Back in the day, your father was also quite the character around here…"

Ruth couldn't help but quirk her lips.

In that era, individuals involved in construction, logistics, or the taxi industry were rarely seen as entirely upstanding citizens. Those professions were the established stepping stones from petty troublemaker to full-fledged gangster. Honest work simply didn't offer the same earning potential.

"Damn it, pulling a knife, trying that cheap trick right in front of me."

Arthur's fury was palpable. He pointed the golf club directly at Old Peter's face and bellowed, "Drop it!"

Old Peter's face turned ashen, and he stood there, utterly stunned by the single command.

"Drop it, or I'll crack your skull open right here!"

Arthur roared again. This time, Old Peter obediently let the kitchen knife fall, his expression miserable as he mumbled, "You… you're divorced… why are you interfering in other people's affairs?"

"Fuck your mother! When did I need a piece of shit like you to lecture me?!"

Arthur handed the golf club to one of the young men beside him, stepped forward, and delivered a powerful slap across Old Peter's face.

The sound was sharp and loud. Old Peter staggered back from the impact, and Arthur immediately followed with another forceful slap.

Observing his father-in-law's smooth, practiced movements, it was clear he had amassed considerable experience in brawls. This method of administering a beating was undeniably satisfying.

It wasn't just the three watching from behind the computer screen who enjoyed the spectacle; even the neighbors who secretly held Old Peter in contempt relished the scene. Had they not feared making an enemy of him, they would have applauded long ago.

Several younger men stared at Old Peter with menacing, predatory eyes. His face was a mask of misery, yet he dared not utter a single word.

Arthur seized him by the collar, snarling, "You old bastard, from this moment forward, if any of your feet dare step onto this property, I will personally break that foot in two."

"If you ever dare to make trouble for my family again, I will make absolutely sure you die a thorough and complete death."

"Get lost!"

Old Peter scrambled away, crawling and rolling in his haste to escape. Arthur checked the time, dismissed the few young fellows, and went back inside the house.

By now, the three people had also come downstairs. Arthur chuckled heartily and said, "That guy is the classic bully who only picks on the weak and fears the strong, just as useless as he's always been."

"Dad, you know him well?"

Nancy couldn't resist asking, because Old Peter's behavior had been very strange. Although a brute like him wouldn't normally swallow such an immediate loss, his reaction toward Arthur still seemed excessively cowardly.

Arthur laughed cheerfully and said, "That old bastard, relying on being over ten years older than me, used to rob me of money and bully me when I was little. When your old man grew up, that piece of trash still tried throwing his age around, got into several fights with me, and every single time I beat him into submission."

He spoke with a face full of pride, but Ruth let out a dissatisfied huff and said, "So it turns out you two had a personal grudge, and that old bastard ended up settling all his scores on my head."

Arthur, who had just moments ago been riding high on his triumphant display, instantly wilted and produced an awkward grin.

"He should think twice before coming back. I'll head off to work now, and if anything happens, call me immediately."

Arthur promptly slipped away as well. Only then did Nancy release a cathartic laugh and ask further,

"Brother-in-law, what's our next move? No matter how you look at it, we paid genuinely good money for that parking spot. If we just stay locked in a stalemate like this, it's not really benefiting us either."

"Relax, we can afford to drag this out. He's the one who can't."

"Fine, then I'll leave my mind at ease."

The ethereally beautiful sister-in-law dashed off again in her usual secretive manner, once more answering a call from Deewa. Even Luis was starting to wonder what exactly those two were scheming.

His mother-in-law, having vented a bellyful of pent-up grievance, was now in excellent spirits. Normally, around lunchtime, she would grab a quick bite casually at the teahouse and then immediately dive into her card game. When she glanced at the time, it was already half past twelve, and the agreed meeting time was usually one o'clock. She suddenly appeared somewhat embarrassed, hesitating over whether to skip and show up a little late so she could accompany her son-in-law for a meal.

Luis very considerately wrapped his arms around her. After a single passionate and lingering kiss, he chuckled and said, "Mom, between you and me, what is there that you'd feel too shy to say? Your aunties must be getting impatient waiting, hurry along and go. I'll just grab a quick bite later by myself. We have a whole long future ahead of us, no need to stand on formal ceremony."

Ruth felt so blissful that her entire body melted into a soft, sweet haze. She purred tenderly, "You naughty son-in-law, don't worry. I will definitely help you talk properly with your little aunt."

His mother-in-law departed, radiating boundless, amorous charm. Luis stretched out with a lazy yawn and felt a slight ache all over.

Last night, he had been drinking and staying up late to begin with, and then in the dead of night, he had labored devotedly over both the pregnant woman and his goddess-like sister-in-law. After such an intense level of exertion, even a body forged from iron needed some well-earned rest.