I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 399

At that instant, Jonathan was utterly dumbstruck.

It was true that only by not having any desires could one be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright official could rightly condemn filthy deeds and stand passionately against injustice.

Conversely, if one was guilty, how would one dare to criticize others?

Bang! Bang!

The two Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault without putting up a resistance.

Soon, Jonathan was beaten to the ground.

The two Smealander teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around to have fun with the young girl.

At the same time, Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly, he found Jonathan's performance disappointing.

Leahra uttered nonchalantly, “Solorel, you need to be patient. Just wait and see. He will soon get over his internal conflict.”

Solorel couldn't help but get mad and heeded Leahra's advice.

Lying on the ground, Jonathan felt that he had become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he was humiliated by Edward.

At that time, he could still strive to become stronger and was still able to feel rage.

However, now, he had lost even the right to be mad. My hands are now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is a pair of sin-ridden hands!

“Help me!” that Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander teenagers laughed obscenely.

A scene suddenly flashed across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the gaze of the girl.

Her eyes were filled with utter desperation and helplessness.

“No! I must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to his feet.

Various emotions churned within him, but his desire to save another person was much more intense than the guilt he felt.

“Stop!” He strode toward the four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on his face.

“This b*stard can really take a beating.” Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged at Jonathan, swinging their fists at him.

Jonathan retaliated, grasping the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed them together with a bang.

Their heads exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere, forming a terrifying sight.

The other two Smealander teenagers were scared out of their wits when they witnessed what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as they spun around and fled.

A foul smell permeated the air at once.

“Do you think you can escape?” Jonathan shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like a bolt of lightning.

Crack!

He extended his fingers, penetrating the back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly, like running a knife through butter.

Both of them died on the spot.

Jonathan had killed four people in an instant. However, he didn't feel any psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums didn't deserve any mercy, in his opinion.

At that moment, Jonathan finally understood something.

Everyone had to move forward, just like everything else in the world, including the flow of time.

If one constantly dwelled in the past, that would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory or failure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't be obsessed over it.

One must look ahead.

If someone made a mistake in the past, should they squander their life because of that error?

Jonathan took a deep breath. His eyes shone with a newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter any injustices or atrocities.






































































He didn't think he had punished the four Smealander teenagers too harshly.

After all, his consumption of human blood was a desperate act for survival.

In contrast, those teenagers brutally inflicted suffering upon others for their own selfish desires.

They wouldn't die even if they didn't force themselves on the girl.

Therefore, Jonathan thought they deserved to die.

That was the manifestation of his intolerance toward evil.

Jonathan turned around and looked at the girl. Her clothes were in tatters, revealing parts of her bare skin.

Jonathan immediately took off his shirt and handed it to the girl.

That girl looked to be about eighteen, having delicate facial features and a pretty appearance, much like Gwendolyn.

At the thought of the deceased Gwendolyn, Jonathan fell into a momentary daze.

The girl stared at Jonathan fearfully. Even though he saved her, his ruthlessness still scared her.

He said indifferently, “Don't be afraid. I won't harm you.” With that, he turned around and left.

The girl put on Jonathan's shirt. A trace of restlessness surged within her, prompting her to get to her feet and say, “I'm sorry. Thank you.”

Her words were contradictory, but her intention was clear.

Jonathan was slightly taken aback, but he soon strode ahead without looking back.

He had finally gained clarity of everything and decided not to dwell on the past anymore.

After he left, Leahra said to Solorel, “What do you think?”

Solorel replied wholeheartedly, “He indeed has a tenacious character.”

Leahra elaborated, “A sword that is too sharp and hard may be potent, but it is easily broken. Jonathan possesses the right kind of tenacity, not too unyielding nor too fragile. Perhaps his future achievements won't be inferior to mine.”

Evidently, Leahra harbored the highest hopes for Jonathan.

Jonathan soon returned to Protector Condominium.

The next day, Gwendolyn's body was cremated, and her ashes were handed to her parents by a member of the Department of National Security.

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