Right next to Erica's car, there were two men on the ground while she had one foot on each of them. With her arms crossed over her chest, she commanded arrogantly, “Call me ‘my lady.*"

The men wailing on the ground obeyed her promptly.

“My lady!"

“Who pulled my hair just now? Apologize to me! And then slap yourself in the face twice."

The one guilty to have pulled her hair said with some difficulty, "My lady, I did it. I was wrong!" Slap! He slapped himself across the face.

Matthew sighed helplessly before he walked towards her.

"Rika!"

When she saw him coming over, the furious woman immediately calmed down her nerves. Then she waved at him and said, "Matthew! Ah! Sorry. I almost forgot. I've brought the file you asked.” She had been so busy punishing those two thugs that she had entirely forgotten that the reason she Left home in the first place was to bring something to

Matthew.

Erica was about to retrieve the files from her car, but Matthew wasn't interested in them at that moment. He just pulled his wife closer and looked her up and down with his arms around her waist.

"Are you hurt?"

Erica waved at him.

"No, no. These two are just newbies. Even a younger version of me from a few years ago could have easily beaten them. I knocked them down with a single punch!" Indeed, she sounded so relaxed that it was hard to believe she had just been into a fight.

His wife was awesome! She was worthy of an applause.

Matthew glanced at the two defeated men on the ground and noticed how

Erica had beaten them black and blue.

Taking her hands into his, he examined them thoroughly. He found a small cut in the back of her right hand as a thin bead of blood oozed out from the wound.

His face darkened.

"Did they do this?"

Erica withdrew her injured hand and comforted her husband with a smile.

"It's no big deal. When I punched that guy, I accidentally scratched my fist on something metallic he had on his clothes."

Despite realizing that her cut wasn't deep, Matthew still couldn't hold back the distress and anger he felt towards it. So, furious, he turned around and walked to the men lying on the ground. To everyone's surprise, Matthew didn't come unprepared and took out a dagger he had attached earlier to his waist.

Before the men or Erica could react, he cut a deep wound in the hands of the two thugs.

“Ah—" one of the men screamed while the other gritted his teeth not to make a sound.

They thought it was over by the time they saw Matthew putting the dagger away, but they were wrong.