His eyes casually flickered toward the commotion.

His assistant quickly clarified, "It looks like the young woman is involved with a wealthy man. A relative found out and is demanding money from her."

Upon hearing this, Hector responded with apathy, “That's not our concern."

A sleek, black luxury car awaited them at the entrance. The assistant swung open the door and gestured for Hector to step inside.

Once seated, Hector leisurely rolled up the window.

Catching another glimpse, he noticed Raegan getting slapped and her hair roughly yanked by Brent, which made her seem quite disheveled.

As Brent reached for her again, her face revealed a red, swollen appearance. She looked utterly dejected.

“Stop the car!" Hector, usually unflappable, sounded unexpectedly urgent.

The driver brought the car to an immediate stop. Hector exited and strolled unhurriedly toward the unfolding scene.

Raegan appeared notably fragile, her hair a tangled mess.

Enraged, Brent grasped Raegan's hair once more. Lifting his hand, he yelled, "I'll discipline you on your mother's behalf today. Cross me again, and I'll sell you for money!"

However, before Brent could slap Raegan again, his hand was firmly held by Hector.

Hector was tall, his stature shielding against the glaring sunlight, and his eyes met Raegan's as he thwarted Brent.

"Miss, do you need any help?"

Hector was in good condition. He clenched his fist so hard that Brent almost cried out in pain.

Brent struggled to break free from Hector's grip, his voice trembling with anger.

“Who do you think you are? Why don't you mind your own business...

Before Brent could finish his sentence, Hector snapped Brent's wrist, the sharp crack causing Brent to yelp in pain.

“Ah! Are you out of your mind?"

It took Brent a moment to understand what had just happened. Then, he crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain and letting out piercing screams.