Chapter 812 Are You Angry, William?

In that moment of distraction, one of the thugs who had been kicked got back on his feet with a loud cry. The group, clearly irritated, decided to charge together.

William quickly pushed Emelie, who was behind him, into a corner to avoid getting hurt by mistake. However, because of that move, he was a fraction of a second too slow, and one of the thugs found an opening. He swung his leg up, kicking William hard in the stomach.

William's body slammed against the wall and fell to the ground. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot. Still, he tried to get back up.

The more defiant he acted, the angrier the thugs became. They wanted to knock him down and force him to beg for mercy.

The group swarmed at him like a pack of hyenas attacking a lone, injured lion in a forest. They seized every opportunity to pounce, viciously tearing at him, aiming to take him down.

Emelie's face grew pale as she watched them. Her shock turned to gritted teeth, then breathless horror, and finally a choking frustration. When blood splattered into the air, her eyes widened with fury.

She shouted, "Stop! All of you, stop! No more fighting!"

However, no one listened.

She turned to their leader and yelled, "Mason! What the hell are you doing? Tell them to stop! Are you crazy?"

you over to talk. He started the

to stop!"

only then that

them. They were

Mason scolded them, "You lot couldn't even take down one guy with so many people! Do you

thugs felt aggrieved. William was something else. No ordinary

backpack to Emelie. 'Everything you asked for

remind you

William, gave him a thumbs up, and said something in Faldorian. 'Well done

he meant. He was praising

from the corner of his mouth and said

if he had

check on

the pain was coming from. He

could kill

he raised his head one last time to make sure Emelie

at the wounds on his face and felt her throat constrict

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