Winson let out a bloodcurdling scream as he let go of Gwen and clutched his manhood, slumping onto the ground in excruciating agony.
Gwen quickly turned around, intending to check on the man in black.
Initially, she was expecting to see five or six tall, burly men overpowering and attacking the lonesome man in black, but to her surprise…
All six of Winson's men were slumped on the ground in crumpled heaps, clutching various areas of their bodies as they wailed in agony, not unlike Winson.
The man in black, however, was not at all fazed. In fact, there was not even a hair out of place.
Seeing that Gwen had escaped from Winson, the man lifted his head to glance at her.
All Gwen could see from her distance was his dark, penetrating eyes, but she could make out the vague hint of a smile in them.
She could not help faltering at this.
For some reason, she was again reminded of Luke.
Luke used to be as good at fighting as this man was, and he also used to smile at her like this…
"Let's go." All of a sudden, the man's low voice broke her out of her stupor. When she finally came to, the man had already arrived by her side and was reaching out to grab her arm. "Let's escape while we can."
Gwen paused, then nodded. "Okay!"
However, before leaving, she did not forget to give Winson a good, hard kick in his shin. "If anything happens to my father, Winson, I'm going to kill you!"
With that, she finally turned and left.
The two of them walked out of the alleyway and hailed a taxi to Gwen's place.
However, the man in black paused in front of her door.
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