“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!” … Upon an order, hundreds of Flying Leopards members, wielding machetes, charged toward the girl. Witnessing this, Chris Shelby frowned. Although the girl was annoying, she was, after all, just an eighteen-year-old girl. Once in the hands of the Flying Leopards, Chris Shelby could imagine her fate would be terribly grim. As the King of the East Coast, how could he possibly stand by and watch this happen? At that thought, Chris Shelby stood up and shouted, “Stop!”
Hearing this, everyone halted and turned to look at Chris Shelby. As he approached alone, a tattooed man said coldly, “Kid, I advise you to mind your own business, or don’t blame me for being rude!” The girl turned her head in disbelief that Chris Shelby would come to her rescue at this critical moment. “Interesting! Really interesting!” she said, a cunning smile forming on her face.
“Let her go, and I might spare you this time,” Chris Shelby said coldly, staring at the tattooed man. The man was taken aback. After a moment, he scoffed, “Kid, are you an idiot? There are hundreds of us, and just you alone, and you’re going to spare me? Are you joking? Brothers, let’s not waste words with him. Let’s take care of this kid and that wench today!”
“Kill!” As his words fell, hundreds of Flying Leopards charged at Chris Shelby and the girl.
Chris Shelby snorted coldly, then charged forward. Bang! Bang! Bang! With loud impacts, one after another, the Flying Leopards members were knocked to the ground by Chris Shelby. In less than a minute, all the Flying Leopards members lay on the ground, unable to move. For Chris Shelby, dealing with these trash was effortless.
“This…” The tattooed man was completely dumbfounded. He had not anticipated that Chris Shelby would be so formidable, his hundreds of men taken down in an instant. “Now it’s your turn!” Chris Shelby said, lifting his head, his gaze ice cold as he stared at the tattooed man. Seeing Chris Shelby’s icy gaze, the man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He cried out in terror, “Kid, don’t mess around! I’m a branch head of the Flying Leopards, and if you lay a hand on me, the Flying Leopards won’t let you off!”
“Flying Leopards?” Chris Shelby scoffed. He hadn’t expected that after dealing with a Crazy Steer, a Flying Leopards would now emerge. It seemed these people really didn’t know when to stop; he was curious to see just how many gangs there were on the entire East Coast. “A mere Flying Leopards, I don’t even take you seriously, not to mention a small branch head like you; even your boss is as easy to crush as an ant!”
“Kid, you’re courting death!” Enraged by Chris Shelby’s arrogance, the tattooed man swung a machete and charged at him. Bang! With a loud crash, the tattooed man was sent flying backward, landing heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. After teaching the tattooed man a lesson, Chris Shelby didn’t even bother to glance at him.
Turning his head, Chris Shelby looked at the girl. Facing his menacing gaze, the girl suddenly appeared pitiful and said, “Sir, what are you going to do…” Slap! Before the girl could finish her sentence, Chris Shelby slapped her across the face. “You…” She covered her mouth with her hand, her face filled with disbelief as she looked at Chris Shelby. She had never imagined that Chris Shelby would actually strike her.
She had never been hit by anyone from childhood until now.
Chris Shelby stared at the girl and said coldly, “Don’t think that just because you’re a girl, I won’t dare to hit you. If you dare to be so arrogant again, I’ll hit you every time I see you!”
It was clear to Chris Shelby that this girl was just a brat who lacked discipline.
Without a proper beating, she would only become more unruly.
After slapping the girl, Chris Shelby turned and left.
The girl pouted, a look of grievance on her face.
“Uncle, don’t go, wait for me!”
Suddenly, the girl shouted and immediately chased after him.
Seeing Chris Shelby leave, the tattooed man’s face showed a hint of resentment.
He took out his phone and made a call.
“Boss, I’ve been beaten…”
Meanwhile, in the distance, two figures watched everything.
One was fat, the other thin.
“Miss Emily got hit, aren’t we going to do something?”
“This person is too powerful; we’re not guaranteed a win if we confront him.”
“When have we, a family of martial artists, ever been bullied like this? Hitting Miss Emily is unforgivable!”
“Stop talking, let’s hurry and follow them!”
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In an instant, the two shadows vanished as if they had never been there.
Chris Shelby, driving, saw that the girl was still following him and couldn’t help but feel speechless.
He stopped the car and got out.
At the same time, the girl also stopped and got out of her car.
“What do you really want? Are you not satisfied with just a slap and want revenge?”
Chris Shelby looked at the girl, clearly impatient.
The girl said pitifully, “Uncle, I really know I was wrong. There were so many of them, I was scared, I wanted to follow you. If there’s anything wrong I’ve done…”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Chris Shelby rolled his eyes, annoyed, “Is it the part where you have the guts to come hit me? At your young age, how are you so troublesome? I really wonder how you’ve managed to survive this long without being beaten to death.”
Chris Shelby truly couldn’t understand what kind of family could raise such a bratty child.
Frankly, Chris Shelby had no fondness for bratty children.
Most bratty children in today’s society are spoiled by their parents.
Each one acts above the law, truly thinking they are above everyone else.
Without a harsh lesson, they never understand the harshness of society.
“Hehe!” The girl giggled, “Uncle, I really know I was wrong, I won’t dare do it again!”
Chris Shelby sighed helplessly; this girl was mischievous, who knew if her words were true.
“You should go home. Don’t wander around on the streets, and try not to come out if it’s not necessary. I worry that one day you might actually be beaten to death!”
After saying this, Chris Shelby prepared to leave.
“Uncle, where are you going?”
Seeing this, the girl immediately followed him again.
Chris Shelby, impatiently, said, “Can you just not follow me?”
The girl, on the verge of tears, said, “I’m sorry, Uncle, I really have no home to go to, please take me in!”
With that, large tears fell from the girl’s eyes.
Chris Shelby, who was most vulnerable to women crying, always softened at the sight.
“Where is your home? I’ll take you there.”