A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1554 - 302: Overestimating Oneself and Remaining Stagnant (Makeup for Yesterday’s Second - )
Then she lifted her long leg and kicked the unprepared guy out...
His body fell heavily to the ground, the intense pain making him furrow his brows deeply and emit a pained groan.
In his chaotic vision, he saw that person brush off their clothes with a serene yet indifferent demeanor, not even sparing him a glance, completely treating him like air, and just like that, walked away with their back to him.
The tall figure appeared cold and slender under the dim streetlight, yet carried a strength that seemed unyielding, as if even the heavens crashing down couldn’t bend it.
Their steps were light and composed, gradually walking out of his sight.
From behind, the group of people laughed sinisterly, mocking his overestimation of his capabilities.
It was as if he was already the meat on their chopping board, unable to escape from their grasp.
Gritting his teeth, he climbed up and ran towards that person once more; before he got close, it was as if they had eyes at the back of their head, somehow dodging aside, making him lunge at empty air and crash embarrassingly to the ground.
The person’s steps did not halt.
The laughter from the group behind grew louder, following slowly without rushing, as if watching a monkey playing tricks.
He gritted his teeth, got up again, and lunged towards her; several times, he was mercilessly kicked away by that foot, yet the person never looked back from start to finish.
Gradually, the group couldn’t laugh anymore, because they realized this person, who seemed neither male nor female, was somewhat uncanny...
A few exchanged glances, reluctant to give up the easy prey and decided to observe further. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"As long as you are willing to save me, I can satisfy whatever you want." The young man shouted towards her back.
The figure still did not turn around.
The young man despaired, thinking if he really was destined to meet his end here?
Seeing that this person clearly did not want to interfere, the group breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the person’s self-awareness, otherwise...
"Kid, stop wasting your efforts, no one wants to get into trouble, you better come back with us obediently; as long as you’re compliant, we’ll see to it you live comfortably," the guy with buckteeth reached out to grab the young man, who at this point had lost his temper, breaking free from his hand, "Keep your filthy hand away."
"Hey, you insolent little bastard," the bucktooth man got angry, swinging a slap towards the young man’s face.
A sudden gust of wind from nowhere blew, making the group unable to open their eyes, instinctively closing them.
The anticipated slap didn’t happen, and as the young man slowly opened his eyes, he saw a towering figure stand before him, as tall as a mountain, cold as the night, like a wall shielding him from the storm.
In that moment, an unprecedented sense of security welled up in him, a feeling he had never experienced in his seventeen years of life.
The bucktooth man only felt pain shooting through his mouth, as if his finger bones were about to be crushed, his face contorted, staring at the person before him, "You... you let go of me."
That person slightly raised an eyebrow, adding a hint of menace; he was momentarily dizzy until he heard a "crack," only realizing belatedly the reaction as his scream pierced the heavens.
The other three reacted, the purple-haired man instinctively stepped back, then puffed his chest, glaring vigilantly at the person, "Do you know who I am? In this area, no one dares disrespect me, I advise you to be sensible, otherwise the knives my fellows carry don’t recognize people." As soon as he finished, they each took out a small knife, the most ordinary kind of fruit knife, but the edges were sharpened to a fine point.
Mingyue let out a cold laugh, the group suddenly shivered, and then they saw that person suddenly kick the bucktooth man in the chest, sending him flying into the other two men, with simultaneous cries of "ow," all three fell to the ground.
The purple-haired man’s eyes turned fierce, "You don’t want the easy way, then don’t blame me for being rude." With that, holding the small knife, he charged forward.
Mingyue stood still, exuding an otherworldly grace, without even a frown, as the purple-haired man’s knife aimed at her face, the boy hiding behind her called out in concern, "Be careful...."
However, the knife stopped an inch short of her brow, unable to advance a fraction more because his wrist was caught in a large hand, like an iron clamp, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead from the pain, numbness quickly spreading from his wrist throughout his body, knees growing weak, as he seemed about to kneel.
The person’s face remained serene, yet his own fear grew ever deeper...
