Quentin’s eyes immediately locked onto the greasy man in front of him.
His gaze was as cold as ice, faintly tinged with a murderous intent.
“Get lost-”
“Get the hell out of here right now!”
“Otherwise, when my people arrive, I’ll break your damn legs! You little brat, thinking you can play the hero and save the beauty? Look at yourself in the mirror before you start acting all high and mighty!”
He pointed at Quentin, cursing furiously.
“Who gave you the courage to touch my woman?” Quentin’s tone was icy.
Jonathan’s eyes trembled under his intense gaze. Instinctively, he picked up the bottle next to him, mustered his courage, and slammed it directly towards Quentin’s head!
“Damn it, go down!”
Charlotte watched in horror as the bottle rapidly approached Quentin’s head. Her face turned pale, and she shouted, “Quentin, get out of the way!”
However, Quentin’s fist smashed out, shattering the bottle with a crisp sound. The next moment, his fist, filled with immense power, had struck Jonathan in the face!
A sharp bone-cracking sound rang out. Jonathan’s nose bone shattered, his teeth were crushed, and he screamed in agony, falling backward.
Curling up on the ground, covered in blood…
Clang clang clang!!
Quentin advanced step by step, a murderous look in his eyes. Jonathan tried to stagger to his feet, but could barely stand. Quentin grabbed him with one hand, lifting him into the air.
With a mouthful of broken teeth splintering in his throat, Jonathan’s throat burned with pain.
A suffocating sensation overwhelmed him, making Jonathan’s face turn blue as he struggled frantically.
“Quentin!”
“Stop, if you keep going like this, he will really die! It’s not worth risking your future for this scum!” Charlotte hurriedly stepped forward to stop Quentin, her eyes filled with a hint of urgency. “I don’t want you to go after him. What about Janessa and Theo?”
Seeing the urgent concern in Charlotte’s eyes, Quentin’s heart warmed.
Even though nothing would happen to him even if he killed the guy on the spot.
But he didn’t want Charlotte to worry, nor did he want her to think he was a reckless man who didn’t use his brain.
He suppressed the killing intent in his heart, flinging Jonathan’s body against the wall and embracing Charlotte, “Okay, I’ll do as you say.”
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere? Did he do anything to you?” Quentin asked with concern.
“I’m fine.” Charlotte patted her chest. “Thank goodness you arrived in time. Otherwise, that beast might have really harmed me.”
She shuddered at the thought.
“You idiot!”
Jonathan staggered to his feet from the ground, his eyes glaring red. He roared, “You damn son of a bitch, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?”
“I’ll have you killed!”
Quentin strode up to him, and Jonathan whimpered in pain, his body doubling over like a shrimp writhing in agony!
His kick had crippled him.
“Today, for the sake of my wife, I’ll spare your life, but don’t you dare harm anyone again. If I ever catch you… you’re dead.”
“Kid, you’re not walking out of here today!” Jonathan gritted his teeth. “You’re done for!”
As he spoke, a group of people burst into the room, led by Anton.
“Kid, you’ve got guts. I’ve been running things here for so many years, but it’s the first time anyone dared to cause trouble in my place!” Anton sneered. “Especially injuring Mr. Delaney. You think you can leave unscathed today?”
“You must be dreaming.”
He gestured to his men, who surrounded Quentin and Charlotte, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Quentin, they seem to be a group. I tried to leave just now, but… the door was unexpectedly locked from the outside! Be careful!” Charlotte warned.
Anton chuckled, “Miss Pittman, looks like you’re not entirely clueless after all. Mr. Delaney is my friend. The stuff in your drink is from me. Unfortunately…”
He shook his head. “It was ruined by this brat.”
At his words, Quentin’s gaze turned even colder. “Are you involved in this too?”