Life at the Top

Wendy figured that Jasper made things sound too serious and took the initiative to explain.

Coincidentally, as soon as Wendy finished her sentence, they heard the sound of a car suddenly screeching to a halt.

A van pulled over at the side of the road, and five to six men with sharp blades hopped out of the vehicle. One of them was covering his head that was sloppily bandaged and shrieked while pointing at Jasper. “That’s him, Drake! Hack him to death!”

Jasper frowned and glanced at Fallon.

Fallon tacitly understood. She stood up and lifted the plastic stool from underneath before charging forward.

Terrified, Wendy said to Jasper in a haste, “Shall we call the police, Jasp?”

Jasper said with a smile, “No, we have two bodyguards. You’re going to embarrass them if you call the police. When you deal with thugs like them, it’s best to do so using their own strategies.”

Nowadays, most of the folks in Southeast Province had doughty spirits. Most ordinary citizens would only fan the flames and crowd around to watch the show.

blades, not only did the

got to witness what being doughty

seen lifting the plastic stool all by herself and rushing toward the five to six burly men who were

a moment, but these thugs were used to fighting the minority with large numbers and bullying the weak. They

was in Fallon’s hands, it turned into a sharp and effective weapon. Anyone who touched it would let out a shrill cry and crash

though she was chopping melons and

as Julian’s senior, Fallon could easily handle these thugs, but little did he expect

martial arts more, and every move he launched was

and would smash everything within her reach. Her every move was not

three minutes, Fallon returned to Jasper’s side, neither flushed nor out of breath. She threw away the blood-stained and cracked plastic stool that was still in one piece and raised her chin, saying,

really skillful indeed.” Jasper could

that even ten to 20 versions of himself would not be

enough reason for