“It’s just a small injury,” Patrick said, his lips slightly parted.
Indeed, the wound was insignificant to him. Patrick didn’t even know when he got scratched; he only felt a slight sting on his way back.
“Is this how you usually treat minor injuries?” Jane raised an eyebrow.
Patrick knew Jane was worried and let out a sigh of relief before giving in. “Well then, can you help me bandage it up? It hurts a bit.”
Jane rolled her eyes at Patrick and got up to look for some bandages.
However, they couldn’t find any in their room. After examining Patrick’s wound again, Jane stood up and said, “I’ll go buy some iodine and gauze.”
Patrick almost spoke but swallowed his words instead. He stood up and offered to accompany her to the pharmacy nearby.
As they walked side by side towards the pharmacy, Jane also bought some snacks along the way. But suddenly she slowed down her pace on their way back. She glanced at Patrick and understood what he meant with his eyes – someone was following them.
Patrick had long sensed this matter but remained silent.
Jane’s fingers moved slightly, causing the paper bag she was holding to break free from the string. It seemed to startle her a bit, so she stopped, adjusting it.
However, taking advantage of the opportunity to turn around, Jane observed her surroundings and noticed a few things.
“There are two,” Jane said to Patrick, suppressing her voice as they walked.
With a soft acknowledgment, Patrick reached out to take the bag from Jane.
As the two of them continued walking nonchalantly, suddenly, someone approached from not far away, smiling warmly.
“Sorry to bother you. Are you two a couple?” The person’s face was filled with a smile, overly enthusiastic.
“What do you want?” Jane tilted her head, cautiously inquiring.
“Oh, don’t be afraid. I mean no harm. I’m a staff member from the cafe in front. The little shop just opened, and couples can get a free afternoon tea.”
As he spoke, he even pointed to his name tag, where “staff” was clearly written.
“Let’s check it out,” Jane said, glancing at the two individuals who were getting closer from behind and then smiling at Patrick.
She wanted to see what tricks these people had up their sleeves.
Patrick’s expression showed some hesitation, so Jane cooperated by acting a bit coquettish, getting Patrick to nod in agreement.
The two followed the staff member inside. The doorbell at the entrance rang crisply. Jane glanced around and saw about six or seven people scattered in the shop. Their eyes remained fixed on Patrick and Jane as they entered.
“You can sit here.” The staff member pointed to a seat, the furthest from the entrance.
“Just pack it for us directly,” Jane said, smiling. Her gaze fell on the staff member’s wrist, where there was a tattoo.
Seemingly reminded of something, Jane’s eyes flickered.
The staff member, sensing Jane’s gaze, quickly hid his hand behind his back, his smile somewhat forced.
“Everything here is freshly made. It won’t taste good if you take it away,” he said.
“In that case, I don’t want it. It’s free anyway,” Jane said, waving her hand. Turning to leave, she didn’t expect the entrance to be blocked by someone.
The other customers also stood up, staring at the two menacingly.
“Boss, it’s this person who took him away,” said a man rushing over, pointing at Patrick and addressing the staff member.
The staff member’s face immediately darkened. Threateningly, he looked at Patrick and said, “Do you know who I am? Daring to take away my man, are you tired of living?”
“Are you the one behind him?” Patrick scanned the surroundings, feeling somewhat surprised.
After all, the person who grabbed his things would not be so easy to deal with. Now, this person…
Patrick naturally had suspicions.
Sure enough, the staff member’s eyes flickered, and he hastily said, “Of course!”
“Boss, why waste time talking with him? Just make him reveal his whereabouts,” someone behind them became impatient, their expression turning fierce.
“Get him for me!” The clerk thought it made sense and gave the order.
More than a dozen people rushed forward, surrounding Patrick and Jane in an instant.
One of them threw a punch, separating Patrick and Jane. Jane quickly dodged to the side and pulled out her phone.
“This girl is calling the cops! Get her first!”
The head clerk didn’t expect Patrick to be so skilled. He turned his head sharply and noticed Jane pointing at him.
They thought they had caught their hostage right away, but no one expected that with a cold face, Jane kicked the thug who was rushing towards her away with one swift move.
“Calling the cops?”
Jane glanced at her phone screen which showed she had hung up. She chuckled lightly with disdain in her eyes, “I don’t even want to bother police.”
They thought Patrick was difficult enough to handle, but they didn’t expect this seemingly fragile woman like Jane to have such self-defense skills. The group of people who previously held numerical advantage now found themselves disadvantaged instead.
Patrick stepped on someone’s wrist while bending down to pull open his collar. On his clavicle was a tattooed number.
Jane lowered her head for a closer look before asking softly, “Is he part of those guys?”
Patrick had mentioned it earlier so she already had some guesses when she saw the tattoo on the clerk’s hand earlier on.
“There should be more people.” Patrick frowned as he didn’t expect there would be so much behind this incident.
Jane blinked, about to say something when the fallen staff member’s expression changed. He pulled a small knife from his pocket and thrust it toward Jane.
“Die!”
Jane inwardly exclaimed, realizing she couldn’t dodge it now. However, the next moment, a hand blocked in front of her, gripping the sharp blade.
Patrick lifted his chin slightly, seizing the small knife and tossing it away.