There was no help at hand; whatever assistance there might be was too far away.

The blonde guy, Maurice, laughed scornfully with a look of contempt flashing through his eyes. He got hold of Angela by the shoulders and started massaging her impudently.

“Fine, let Mr. Sanderson come. Then he can see for himself how I have my way with you.”

Thunderous laughter rose up from all around them, with everyone looking on in derisive merriment.

Angela felt both angry and worried, but her face remained defiant.

Emmeline, who had remained silent all the while, suddenly seemed to have decided on a course of action.

Raising her head, she gave Maurice an ambiguous look and said, “You’d better go now. Otherwise, you may not live to see another day.”

“What did you say?”

Maurice gazed at her in incredulity and dismissed her words as the most hilarious joke that he had ever heard.

“Are you right in the brain?”

Maurice snorted disdainfully and drew Angela into his arms while the others attempted to do likewise with Emmeline.

“Let me go!”

Emmeline panicked and suddenly yelled at the top of her voice, “Jonathan, come and save me!”

Earlier on, she had stumbled upon Jonathan when she was taking some photographs but had intentionally kept her distance from him then. She had been avoiding him all the while and hence, had refused to come to Durbaine with him.

However, she could not be bothered with all that now.

Hearing Emmeline’s screams, Maurice smirked. “Shout all you want. The louder you shout, the more exhilarated I am. Let me tell you, b**ch, no one can stop me today; not even Superman.”

He had barely finished speaking when a large hand from behind him grasped him by the throat. Like the chick in the clutch of a swooping eagle, Maurice was lifted with his feet dangling in the air.

death.” Logan’s deep, sinister

grip around his neck, Maurice’s

shouted, “What are you waiting

thugs were brought to their

have any idea who Logan

was a hell of a fighter who had been through blood baths and massacres. These few ruffians were nothing but

blink of an eye, Maurice’s flunkeys were sprawled on the ground, all unable to get up. Some suffered dislocations, while the more seriously

these punks?

“D-Don’t kill me.”

of death, the

helpless, ordinary people. Faced with the real tough

an eyesore,” said Jonathan impatiently with a wave of

did not want

Logan gave a kick, and the

they had gone, Emmeline turned to look at

okay?” Jonathan

replied Emmeline, her face showing some

two girls had better be more careful when traveling on your

sound advice, but to the girls, he seemed

and arrogant by nature, and the color rose to her face after hearing

her lips and muttered, “Tsk, what’s a few punks? If Mr. Sanderson were here, they would have been on

“Why don’t I get

froze, then

quietly changed the subject by saying, “I heard that there’s a famous juice

“Let’s go!”

be too close to them, but this was, after all, Durbaine. Should anything unexpected happen to Emmeline, he would have

while, they arrived at

was a popular picture-perfect spot for internet influencers, and there

people here. We may have to wait till

Angela produced

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