The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 445 - 452: Be the Villain

Chapter 445: Chapter 452: Be the Villain

Johnny Fool struggled to get up, endured the pain in his hand, carried his big brother on his back, and then fled in panic. Emily Berns didn’t even glance at them; instead, she turned on the lights in the room and fixed her gaze directly on John Brown.

"Hey, I just saved your life. Why are you looking at me with that expression?"

"You bastard, where did you go?" Emily clenched her small fists, gritted her teeth, and glared at John Brown.

John Brown said timidly, "Didn’t I tell you? I went to enjoy the night view."

"Get lost! You think I’m a child? Trying to fool me? You’re getting on the bed right now, and you’re not allowed to go anywhere!" Emily pointed to her bed and shouted loudly.

John Brown crossed his arms and said, "Queen, have mercy on me! I saved your life; you shouldn’t treat me like this."

"Go to hell!" Emily showed no trace of amusement in response to John Brown’s antics. She grabbed him forcefully and pressed him onto the bed, speaking in spiteful tones, "I’m your woman. If you can really stand seeing me taken by another man, then I’ll let you go! Say it. If you dare, say you’d be okay with it."

"Well..." John raised his hands above his head and laughed dryly, "No matter what, I can’t just stand by and watch two scumbags assault a woman, can I?"

Emily sneered and said, "You can’t just stand by and watch, but you think it’s okay if it’s you instead, right?"

The mention of this matter left John speechless. He bitterly smiled and said, "It’s my fault, I admit."

"You think admitting it is enough?"

John appeared helpless as he said, "What do you want me to do then? I’ve already said I want my daughter, but you won’t give her to me. Now my wife has kicked me out, and you’ve already messed up my life this much. Isn’t that enough for you?"

"Not enough!" Emily responded flatly.

John sighed and said, "Alright then, tell me, what will make you satisfied? But let’s agree: you can’t force me to marry you."

For once, Emily didn’t get angry. Instead, she stared at John and said, "That’s exactly what I’m thinking. If you want your daughter back, you’ll have to marry me. I can’t let my daughter call another man ’Dad,’ and I won’t let her call another woman ’Mom.’

John placed his hands on Emily’s shoulders and spoke in the gentlest tone he could manage, "Let’s not argue today. I just want to talk things over properly, alright?"

Emily paused, staring blankly at John, her eyes reddening as tears streamed down like pearls falling from a string.

John was startled, quickly helping her wipe her tears as he said, "What’s with this sudden crying? Why are you so upset?"

"Humph!" Emily allowed John to wipe her tears while looking even more aggrieved. "Back then, you never spoke to me so gently."

Seeing Emily’s grievance made John genuinely feel sorry for her. He said, "Back then you were so mischievous and fierce toward me. You were a rich young lady, and I was just a small soldier—how could I dare to be gentle with you?"

"Well, who asked you to keep ignoring me back then?" Emily pouted before sitting up slowly. "Fine then, tell me, how are we going to talk."

John also sat up, hesitating briefly before saying, "Emily, technically, you bore me a daughter and endured a lot of hardships. As a man, I ought to take responsibility and stay with you for the sake of the child."

Emily’s eyes lit up. "So you mean it?"

"Let me finish..." John paused before continuing, "I’ve been married before, and I understand marriage isn’t something to play around with. It’s not just about responsibility—it’s about whether we can truly live in harmony. After marriage, there are more challenges than you can imagine."

Emily looked at John and said, "Don’t always think about how I treated you back then. It was because you kept avoiding me. Over these years in the entertainment industry, I’ve become famous for being sweet. Do you think I can’t be a gentle wife?"

John smiled tenderly and said, "When people face strangers, they all wear a mask. The people you meet outside—you only see the polished side of them, their strengths. But at home, around family, people truly relax and reveal their flaws. Like me, do you even know my weaknesses?"

"Well... No, I don’t." Emily shook her head.

"Exactly. If we were really together, you’d discover plenty of my shortcomings. Then you wouldn’t be able to tolerate me—you don’t truly know I’m not suitable for you."

Emily blinked in confusion, then suddenly glared at John and said, "How do you know you’re not suitable for me? We’ve never really spent time together—you’re just making excuses, you bastard. You’re trying to talk your way out of this, aren’t you?"

John felt somewhat frustrated. Emily now seemed even harder to deal with than before, but of course he couldn’t admit that. He smiled and said, "This is just my personal insight. Actually, Gina and I seemed very compatible too, but once issues arose, our relationship wasn’t as unbreakable as we thought."

Emily pursed her lips and said, "Well, that’s her. When I set my mind to something, no matter what, I follow through. If you think you can escape me, think again."

John felt overwhelmed. He had an instinctive resistance toward Emily—his prior impression of her was simply too hard to erase. If forced to be with her, he couldn’t manage it.

Still, no matter what, Emily had given birth to his daughter, and John couldn’t hurt her. Right now, he wanted nothing to do with her. Since Emily was so stubborn, the best option was to let her continue resenting him. Lighting a cigarette, John said, "Alright, since you’re so stubborn, I won’t bother you anymore. But let me make myself clear: you want me to marry you? No way! I might never get married again in this lifetime. If you want to follow me, fine, but don’t meddle in my business."

Emily glared at John and said, "Don’t even think about it! I forbid you from being with other women."

John replied emotionlessly, "Well, don’t even think about managing me. I’m just that kind of person. If you want to tie me down, you won’t succeed."

The two stared daggers at each other. They were like two fighting roosters, neither willing to back down.

Most people couldn’t maintain eye contact with John for more than twenty seconds, but Emily managed to stare unwaveringly for a full ninety seconds before blinking twice due to eye strain. This impressed John—it showed Emily’s tenacity. Such a strong-willed woman would naturally be stubborn and unyielding, as she clearly demonstrated today. If she was truly set on something, even nine oxen couldn’t pull her away from it.

"John Brown, let me tell you—if I ever catch you messing with other women again, I’ll... cut it off." Emily made a slicing gesture with her fingers.

John scoffed and said, "Your threats don’t scare me. I’m definitely not getting involved with you, so you won’t have the chance to cut anything."

"You bastard! Have you made up your mind to abandon me and our daughter?"

"Why would I want you two? Being with a vicious woman like you, I wouldn’t have the slightest sense of security. Plus, I’d have a little tag-along dragging me down—I’d lose all my freedom."

"You... You... You’re absolutely shameless!" Emily, enraged, raised her hand to hit John.

John grabbed her arm, pulled her onto the bed, and coldly said, "You’d better not trouble me anymore, or I’ll make you regret it." Then he strode out of her room.

"John Brown, mark my words—I won’t let you get away!" Emily shouted angrily before burying herself in the bed, sobbing loudly.

In the neighboring room, hearing Emily’s cries made John feel heavy-hearted. However, given the current situation, he couldn’t express any affection for her, let alone reveal the truth. Otherwise, Emily would insist on being with him. Joseph was a troublesome adversary, and if he discovered Emily’s connection to John, he would undoubtedly target her or even their daughter. John couldn’t risk putting them in danger.

Early the next day, John left Emily’s house. He didn’t want to see her again.

He grabbed some breakfast outside but didn’t head to his company or even pick Gina and the others up for work. Instead, he directly called Lucy Campbell.

"Lucy, could you do me a favor and let Gina know? I won’t be working at the company anymore. Oh, actually, since it’s your company, I’ll tell you directly."

"What? You’re leaving just like that?" Lucy asked in astonishment.

"Heh, working at the company would be awkward anyway—why bother? It’d only make everyone uncomfortable. I’d rather take some time and go out for a while."

"Hey, have you run into some trouble? Tell me about it!" Lucy quickly pressed him, fearing he’d hang up.

"It’s nothing—I just want to take a break. Goodbye." John hung up after speaking, shutting off his phone in the process.

At 2 p.m., John arrived at the airport. Today, James Silver and some of his comrades were coming over. Thinking about seeing the brothers he’d fought alongside, John couldn’t help but feel excitement, setting aside all the troubles related to his emotions.

The flight from the Capital of SSUP to YODC City arrived at the airport, and soon a group of people reached the exit. Four men quickly came into John’s view—all of them were around 1.8 meters tall, with straight postures and sharp spirits. Each carried an aura of dominance, instantly making their extraordinary nature apparent.

This made John frown. Why was it these four guys? Among the Hawk Squad, these four were notorious for being flamboyant, earning them the nickname "The Four Peacocks." Their flashy behavior clashed with the squad’s low-profile ethos. Yet their undeniable abilities had kept them in the squad.

Seeing these four, John knew that Joseph and his forces were bound to be in trouble this time.