Suddenly, Nathan raised a leg and kicked Lucas in the knee.
Crack!
With a shiver-inducing noise, Lucas' kneecap instantly broke. The man wailed in pain and fell to his knees.
But Nathan didn't stop. He walked right past Lucas.
Whoosh!
Another man dashed toward Nathan's gut.
Nathan raised an arm, grabbed onto his opponent's wrist and instantly snapped it.
"Arghh!" the man screamed and retreated.
Nathan carried on walking like a passerby on a rainy night, ignoring Lucas and his henchmen.
All he wanted was to head over to Mary; he would simply kick aside anyone who got in the way.
By the time he stood before Mary, Lucas and his gang were laying on the ground with broken limbs, moaning in pain.
Mary turned crimson and her heart raced, as though she just had one too many drinks.
Nathan held the black umbrella over Mary's head, shielding her from the rain.
"You're just in time, Mr. Cross,” Mary said excitedly. "I would've been in danger otherwise."
"It's fine now. Let's go!"
Having noticed that Nathan came alone, Mary quickly persuaded him, "We can't just walk out of here without a care. There are still many people searching for me. We're in trouble if they spot us."
Nathan gazed at Mary and asked blankly, "Why can't we walk outside without a care? Did you rob or kill someone?"
Mary subconsciously shook her head.
"No."
"Did you commit a crime?"
"No."
"Then why can't we walk as we please? Let's go.”
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