Chapter 703: I Never Touched Her

He thought Selah wouldn't stoop so low as to pick just any man. But when he laid eyes on George, the suppressed anger burst forth.

The middle-aged man before Channing had a protruding belly, only a few sparse strands of hair floating above his head, a flabby physique, and a lecherous countenance. He was drunk, holding a gorgeously made-up young woman in his arms, his pudgy hands constantly caressing her exposed shoulders.

Under the cover of darkness, a look of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes. She pretended to be tender and leaned against the man's shoulder with a lazy demeanor.

"Sweetheart, I think someone up ahead is staring at you. Do you know him?"

"What? Where is he?"

As soon as George opened his mouth, a strong stench of alcohol wafted over. He drunkenly pointed at the man before him, his slurred voice ringing out, "Who are you?" "George."

Without hesitation, the man clenched his teeth and marched forward, swinging his fist towards George's face.

George was caught off guard and let out a painful scream, feeling a stinging sensation on his nose as if it had been cut.

Before he could react, he instinctively reached up, feeling a sticky warmth on his fingertips-blood!

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George, who had been swaggering around Akloit for half a lifetime without encountering any trouble, had now been punched shortly after arriving in Onistead.

However, George wasn't the type to be bullied. If he was hit, he would hit back, right?

Standing up and wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand, he glared fiercely at the dark figure, the drunkenness in his eyes subsiding.

"You're courting death, daring to hit me! Do you know who I am?"

A cold wind blew, causing the black cloak on the man's head to flutter slightly, revealing a strikingly handsome face. The short green beard added a touch of mature male charm to him. He appeared as a messenger walking in the dark night, exuding an extraordinary aura of dark power.

the veins on the back of his hand bulging, displaying his current unease. "Since you're looking for trouble, don't blame me,

rusty iron rod from the wall and charged towards the man,

a genuine iron

already anticipate the

"Ah!"

bloodshed, hoping to avoid

different from what she had expected. Instead,

"Ouch!"

so much... Stop hitting me, or I'll kill

man. I messed up, I really know I

on the scene. Turned out George was getting beaten up

person, and now he was being beaten to the ground and begging for mercy

this, crossed her

glasses were shattered and scattered on the ground. With his severe myopia, he could only kneel

met her eyes were a pair of long, sturdy legs wrapped in black suit pants, exuding an

face under the

yellow streetlight revealed an

it hadn't been exposed to sunlight for years. The veins

eagle circling in the sky, staring at George with sharpness.

"What Selah?"

for a second, subconsciously throwing

flickered through his mind. A hint of guilt and fear flashed across his

who Selah was?' Channing

to erupt uncontrollably. Once again, he raised his fist and aimed

Selah is? How could she

you treated her so badly, why did

mistreat her! How could

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