My Waste Husband novel Chapter 80

"How can we leave him alone!" Sylvia pushed Henry's hand away. "Even if it's a blackmail, we have to see for ourselves!"

"You can't go," Henry reached out to press the door. "There's something wrong with this old man."

"What's wrong with that? Henry, when something happens, you should think about how to solve it instead of how to escape! Take your hand away!"

"No." Henry shook his head.

"I asked you to take it away!" Sylvia gave Henry a hard push, but she couldn't move at all.

Henry glanced around the car and saw that someone had seen what was going on here. "Anna, hurry up and drive away."

"Mr. Zhang, we... we can't go." Anna shook her head. "I also think that we should go down and have a look. Anyway, we hit someone."

Just as the three of them were debating about whether to leave or not, they heard the sound of someone beating outside the car.

A young man, who looked to be in his 20s, reached out his hand and slapped the window angrily while cursing, "Hey, hey, hey, you hit someone. Didn't you see that? Get off the car!"

"That's right. Who is this? Why don't you send him to the hospital as soon as you hit him? Such a pretty girl. How can she have such a vicious heart?" said a middle-aged woman, who was standing by and watching the drama.

The safety control of the car was not very good. The voice of the person outside the car could clearly be heard by Sylvia, which made her feel particularly embarrassed.

"Sylvia, ignore them. Anna, drive away first. The police will deal with the matter here," Henry pressed the door lock.

"Henry, get out of my way!" Sylvia pushed Henry. Just as she was about to open the door, it was pulled from the outside.

The young man who knocked on the glass stared at Sylvia with an unfriendly look and scolded, "Fu*k, are you still sitting in the car? Can't you see you hit a man? Get down!"

"Sorry." Sylvia gave the young man an apologetic look. "We..." When she was about to say something, the young man took out a dagger from behind and tried to stab her.

The dagger was magnified in Sylvia's eyes, and the sharpness flickered with cold light. At this critical moment, Sylvia felt a huge force behind her, and then she could not help falling backward. A strong arm appeared in front of her and faced the sharp dagger.

When dagger touched the arm, it splashed hot blood on Sylvia's face.

Sylvia screamed subconsciously.

"Get out!" Henry hugged Sylvia and kicked the young man outside the door. At the same time, he closed the door with his bleeding arm and pressed the door lock heavily.

As a professional bodyguard, Anna immediately realized that something was wrong. She picked up the baton in the case, opened the car door and rushed out.

The hunchbacked old man, who had collapsed in front of the car, suddenly jumped up and stabbed towards Anna with a dagger in his hand.

Sylvia's eyes widened when she saw what had happened.

"Henry... you... how are you?" Sylvia grabbed Henry's arm and looked at the ten-centimeter wound. Her eyes were full of concern.

Henry grinned and waved his hand indifferently. "It's all right. Sit down in the car and don't move. I'll help Anna."

Henry opened the door, rushed straight down, and walked toward the young man.

The young man stared at Henry with his dagger. He shouted, "Die!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Henry's eyes. The moment the young man approached him, Henry subdued him with a backhand and pressed him to the trunk of the car. At the same time, Henry also lowered his head. In the eyes of others, it was as if two people were fighting with each other in a clumsy way.

The real situation was something that only the two of them knew.