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.

doesn’t even need Superman to choke you to death.” Logan’s deep, sinister voice boomed behind him, and standing right beside Logan was

the grip around his neck,

shouted, “What are you

their senses and moved

any idea who

been through blood baths and massacres. These few ruffians were nothing but

unable to

Goldstein, what should I do with these punks? Shall I finish them off?” asked Logan

“D-Don’t kill me.”

of death,

ordinary people. Faced with the real tough

eyesore,” said Jonathan impatiently with a

did not want to

a kick, and the ruffians turned

to

okay?” Jonathan

her face

traveling on your own,

advice, but to the girls, he seemed to be

and the color rose

punks? If Mr. Sanderson were here, they would

“Why don’t I

then her demeanor

the subject by saying, “I heard that there’s a

“Let’s go!”

but this was, after all, Durbaine. Should

short while, they arrived at the juice

for internet influencers, and there were frequently

here. We may have to wait till the cows come home,”

Angela produced a gold-colored

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