Chapter 1768
Chapter 1768: Guard Against Fire, Theft, and Hutchinson (1)
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"Bro, let’s talk this out. No need to use... knives! If someone gets hurt, that’s not great, right?!"
Marcel Smith earnestly tried to persuade, but clearly, it had the opposite effect.
The thug wielding the knife immediately looked more vicious and murderous. At the same time, he raised the knife and viciously swung it at Marcel Smith!
The despicable and shameless Marcel, without hesitation, jabbed the tip of his cane quickly towards the thug’s groin!
The thug reacted in time, quickly pulling the knife back and moving sideways, narrowly dodging Marcel’s cane.
The expression on his face instantly became apparent.
He wished he could chop Marcel Smith into pieces!
Facing death, he still dares to play tricks!
"Flossie Wright, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help!"
Catching a glimpse of Flossie Wright from the corner of his eye, Marcel quickly shouted, while still scuttling towards the door with his cane.
There was no choice; one leg was unusable, so crawling was faster.
During this time, the thug tried several knife attacks, but Marcel craftily blocked them with his cane.
Flossie Wright stood calmly to the side.
It’s not that she didn’t want to get involved, but these two were fighting without any sense or technique. The thug’s emotions were inexplicably more heightened, his eyes red with rage, actions impulsive and fierce, as if he was desperate.
Such a fight gave Flossie a headache, and she wasn’t too willing to step in.
Seeing Marcel’s rushed dodging on the floor and sensing the gradually surrounding crowd, she couldn’t just stand and watch any longer.
So, she raised an eyebrow, stepped inside directly, and closed the door behind her.
The people outside were caught off guard and left in the lurch.
However, as they gathered closer, they saw the thug with a knife frantically calling the police.
Inside the hospital room.
Marcel was cornered with nowhere else to hide. His cane had been slashed several times and was currently being seized by the thug, who held the knife in the other hand, thrusting it straight toward Marcel’s neck!
Marcel couldn’t help but curse internally.
Why hadn’t Flossie made a move yet?!
If this knife struck, he’d be meeting the reaper.
So, Flossie lived up to his expectations. When the knife was two centimeters from his neck, a hand reached over from the side, forcefully pulling him, who was sitting against the wall, away.
Just avoiding the knife’s attack.
A "bang" was heard as the knife made intimate contact with the wall.
Meanwhile, the thug, who struck nothing, glared even more viciously, once more tightening grip on the knife, and immediately swung it at Marcel again!
During this, he practically forgot about Flossie’s existence.
This time, he didn’t even have the chance to strike. Flossie kicked his abdomen, with a force that immediately stopped the thug.
The thug’s eyes widened suddenly, as if they would pop out. In the engulfing severe pain, he turned his neck stiffly, looking at the attacking Flossie almost incredulously.
It seemed he just noticed Flossie’s presence.
Unfortunately, he only managed a glance before the impact sent him stumbling backward. Finally, losing his balance, he fell directly flat on the ground.
Without relentlessly pursuing, Flossie naturally withdrew her hand.
— End of Chapter 1768 —