Chapter 1769
Chapter 1769: Guard Against Fire, Theft, and Hutchinson (2)
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The adversary was too agitated, emotionally volatile, clearly mentally unstable, with a sole target: Marcel Smith.
Better let Marcel handle it.
Marcel did not disappoint her.
Seeing the thug just hit the ground, Marcel got up with his cane and charged directly at him.
He exerted himself in "self-defense."
Smart move, tossing aside the dagger from the thug’s hand before starting the fight. The thug, weaponless and in severe pain, under Marcel’s retaliatory beating, immediately rolled on the ground in agony.
Touching her nose, Flossie Wright stood by watching.
She inadvertently glanced at the woman under the window, pale with fright.
The woman, in a nurse’s outfit, looked utterly flustered, her eyes wide staring at the fight scene, completely bewildered.
Out of nowhere, such a fierce battle breaks out, hinting a possible murder at any moment. For a normal person encountering this for the first time, finding a place to hide is already quite a good reaction.
Flossie didn’t bother with her.
Within two minutes, Marcel put away his cane.
"Had enough?"
Flossie raised her eyebrow at him slightly.
"No," Marcel shook his wrist and glanced at her, "just tired."
Flossie couldn’t be bothered with him.
"Wanna give it a try?" Marcel asked her with interest.
Flossie replied calmly.
Her shoulder was hurt, not interested in partaking in this brawl.
However, Marcel was at least smart enough, aiming his hits with the cane at the thug’s rough areas, which wouldn’t leave any marks, making it easier to claim "self-defense" when the police arrived.
This place seemed quite near the Police Station, as a group of officers arrived in less than ten minutes.
Marcel, the thug, Flossie, along with the little nurse, were all taken to the Police Station for statements.
Repeated inquiries that were more exhausting than a fight, Flossie and Marcel’s accounts matched, both stating the thug broke in to attack, as for the reason behind the thug’s assault...
Flossie didn’t know.
And, of course, she didn’t know how Marcel responded.
As for the little nurse, she was so scared that she was stupefied, not knowing what she said, but fortunately, the police didn’t question the injuries on the thug.
The three were let go safely.
Flossie left with Marcel and the little nurse, only to see Glenn Hutchinson approaching them.
Looking up at the sky, it was probably around seven or eight; the sky was pitch black, and only the neon lights illuminated the city.
Upon seeing Glenn Hutchinson, Marcel quietly stepped back.
Not because he was cowardly, but because Glenn Hutchinson was too dangerous, a cold and fierce glance when approaching, the rushing murder intent that came forth, even someone like Marcel, a thug, couldn’t resist.
He dragged the little nurse and made a getaway.
"Are you hurt?" Glenn Hutchinson lowered his gaze at her, asking in a deep voice.
Flossie replied blandly.
"Are you tired?" Glenn Hutchinson continued to ask.
"Not really."
He looked down at her for a long time.
At the same time, he inspected her from top to bottom, confirming there were no visible scars seen before withdrawing his gaze.
"Let’s go back." Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was much softer.
Flossie responded.
Then, without waiting for Glenn to get close, Flossie moved ahead, walking before Glenn.
— End of Chapter 1769 —