The Legendary Man

It was none other than Emmeline Smith, the youngest daughter of the Smith family.

She was Josephine's younger sister and his sister-in-law.

Why is she here? Jonathan wondered, a frown creasing his forehead. Before I left the Smith family, she was in her senior year in high school. Why is she in a bar now?

Moreover, Emmeline seemed to be drunk, for her gaze was unfocused, and her cheeks tinted coral. Jonathan's eyes trailed to her burgundy-dyed hair before his gaze dropped to her white mini skirt. With the hair color and skimpy clothes, she looked like a delinquent.

The frown on Jonathan's forehead deepened when he saw the hooligans sitting beside her. From their colored hairs and arms covered with tattoos, it was apparent that they spelled trouble.

“Come on, Emmeline. Have another drink! I'll give you a ride home if you finish this drink,” one of them urged as he raised a glass. Stealthily, he shook his hand, and some powder fell into the drink.

Meanwhile, another hooligan took Emmeline's arm and pressed her to drink it. It was clear that they would feed her the alcohol by force if she were to say no.

“I can't drink anymore,” Emmeline said, shaking her head. Clearly, she was delirious from drinking too much alcohol.

“Seriously? Don't be a spoilsport!” The hooligans shared a look before pouring the drink down Emmeline's throat.

Alas, Emmeline was not strong enough to resist and was forced to gulp down the glass of beer. After that, they helped her up and dragged her to the door. “Come on, Emmeline. Let's have fun tonight!”

“I wonder if she's a virgin. If she is, we've hit the jackpot!”

“It doesn't matter. We're not going to marry her, are we? That's none of our business.”

“Yes, it has nothing to do with us!”

the crowd and brought the unconscious Emmeline to

point, she could

at the door, a figure stood in their way. “Let her

riled

our path? Don't you

alcohol, the hooligans

of here!” It was

was still Josephine's sister. Otherwise, he would not have stuck his nose

beer bottle as

bottle were to hit Jonathan's head, he would surely be

no match

the hooligan a resounding slap that broke several of his teeth, causing

Thud!

and he collapsed

of us? Come on, let's get him!” The hooligans swung their fists in Jonathan's direction without missing a

weak fists were nothing to Jonathan, who

had barely lifted their arms when Jonathan raised his right leg and sent a flying kick in their direction. In an instant, the sound of bones breaking rang in the

break one leg each as a form

time knocking some sense into them, Jonathan gave them a forceful kick each, and the bones in their legs

in anguish, Jonathan helped the drunk

the bar when Jonathan suddenly frowned

her state of drunkenness. Her rosy cheek even rested on his shoulder