The middle-aged man suddenly accelerated and launched into a flying kick. Felix saw it coming, but his body couldn't keep up with his brain's reaction, making defense impossible.

The force behind this attack was so vicious that even if he could block it, both his arms would likely be crippled. If it landed on his chest, broken ribs would be the minimum damage, revealing just how ruthless this man truly was.

This harsh reality made him realize how crucial it was to become a martial artist himself.

A dull thud echoed, but to Felix's surprise, he felt no pain. Instead, the middle-aged man was sent flying backward. At the same time, a black-clad figure appeared beside him.

"Mr. Zeller, are you alright?" asked a somewhat familiar voice.

Felix looked back and saw Tasha entering the yard, which meant the person who had intervened must be her bodyguard. He replied, "I'm fine."

Tasha frowned deeply. "Who are these people? Why are they attacking you?"

Across the yard, Felicia had risen