Although they outnumbered the police, Maris’ men had only come to back him up. If they actually started a fight with law enforcement, their lives would be over. As things stood, they hadn’t committed any real crimes yet. If they cooperated, the worst they would face was a few days in detention for questioning. The responding officers arrived swiftly. Maris’ men crouched on the ground, hands on their heads, as a pile of bats and knives lay discarded nearby. Arthur walked out of the banquet hall and met the officers just as they were about to enter. One officer stopped him, but Arthur calmly said, "I was the one who called the police." The lead officer, Liam, a man in his early thirties, gave Arthur a once-over. Seeing that Arthur was completely unscathed, he asked, "You were the one being attacked?" Arthur nodded. "Yes, but I’ve had some martial arts training, so I managed to subdue them." He then gestured toward the men on the ground, their hands still on their heads. "These are the people Maris called in for backup. Luckily, you arrived just in time. If they had come at me all at once, I might not be here talking to you." Arthur looked at Liam with a face full of gratitude—and even a hint of lingering fear. Hearing Maris’ name, Liam’s eyebrows rose slightly. This wasn’t the first time someone had called the police because of Maris’ bullying, but in the past, the lack of solid evidence always let him get away with it. More often than not, the accuser ended up getting blamed instead. He wondered how this case would unfold. Inside the banquet hall, Maris and his remaining friends were completely dumbfounded. "Some martial arts training?" "Looking traumatized?" Does he even see what he did to us? They were a mess, battered beyond recognition. Maris wanted to scream that Arthur was playing the victim, but the pain was too overwhelming. He had been hurting for so long that he barely had the strength to speak, and the ambulance still hadn’t arrived. Liam nodded and walked into the banquet hall. When he saw the chaos inside—the people sprawled on the floor, Maris clutching his shattered wrist—both he and his fellow officers were stunned. They had expected to find a crowd restraining a few troublemakers or perhaps a single skilled fighter holding off an attack. But they had not expected this level of devastation. Liam glanced at Arthur in disbelief. "You did all this by yourself?" Arthur nodded without hesitation. "Yes. They attacked me first. I had no choice but to defend myself." Liam fell silent. Just then, the ambulance finally arrived. As Maris was being lifted onto a stretcher, he looked toward Liam with a mixture of anger and desperation. "Officer, look at us! We’re the ones who got beaten up! You have to stand up for us—" Liam couldn’t help but chuckle in exasperation. Maris had always been arrogant, relying on his father’s influence to act recklessly. Even when he was dragged to the police station in the past, he had never shown an ounce of fear. But this time was different. For the first time, he had truly lost. Because of this incident, the auction had to be postponed. The organizers quickly announced that the event would be rescheduled for the following day. Arthur, Megan, and Maris’ men were all taken to the police station. Liam had to call in multiple trucks just to transport everyone. Most of these men were gang-affiliated, working as enforcers for people like Maris—rich brats who needed muscle when they got in trouble. Some had been arrested before, but never in such large numbers at once. With security cameras in the banquet hall and a room full of witnesses, the interrogation process went smoothly. Even before the police arrived, Maris had already called his father, Zane, and explained what had happened. This was a mess he couldn’t clean up on his own. His only option was to turn to his father. Unsurprisingly, Zane berated him harshly over the phone. But no matter how much trouble Maris caused, he was still his son. Zane couldn’t intervene personally, so he sent his eldest son, Stephen, to handle the situation. Since Stephen had been too far away when the incident happened, he couldn’t reach the scene in time. Instead, he headed straight for the hospital where Maris was being taken. After what felt like an eternity, Maris and his injured friends were finally wheeled out of the operating room. Outside the surgical unit, Stephen and the other families had been waiting anxiously. The moment the patients were brought out, they rushed forward. "Doctor, I’m Maris’ family. How is he?" Stephen asked, his face full of concern as he looked at his brother lying on the gurney. The doctor adjusted his glasses and replied, "His wrist was severely fractured and displaced. We performed a surgical realignment. He’ll need to be careful during his recovery." Stephen clenched his fists tightly at the news. How dare they? Someone had the audacity to break Maris’ wrist so badly that it required surgery!