Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Just then, some other cars turned into the alley and screeched into a halt behind them. Debbie had to focus on dealing with the immediate threat. She didn't turn her head to see who the newcomers were.

As she was busy fighting, someone forcefully yanked her away from the battle and pushed her into the door of the car she had come in. Luckily, she was quick enough to steady herself. Otherwise she would have hit the car forcefully and been knocked to the ground.

This couldn't have been Carlos. He wouldn't have been so rough on her.

She looked up and saw that some new guys had joined the fight. The main guy wore a black coat. She recognized him immediately. It was Decker!

Before she could give this any more thought, another car tore into the alley. This time it was Carlos.

He was only wearing a white oxford. He must have been in too much of a hurry to get his suit, and raced here as soon as he got the driver's message. "Are you all right?" he asked Debbie anxiously, caressing her cheek. "Are you hurt?"

He was so tender and caring suddenly she wanted to be pampered by him. She held out her hands and said pitifully, "I knocked six men to the ground. Now my hands hurt."

Carlos took her hands in his own, kissing and rubbing them affectionately. "Let's get to a hospital. We'll have 'em X-rayed."

"Actually, I feel better, now that you're here," Debbie refused hastily. The pain was really not that bad.

Carlos' men joined the fight. After cracking some skulls, Decker turned to Carlos and Debbie, who were embracing. He shook his head resignedly.

'Come on! I'm busy fighting, and he's making out with my sister.'

After a while, Debbie surveyed the conflict and said to Carlos, "Maybe we should help him out." The alley was dark, and there were too many people in the chaos. She couldn't see her brother.

Carlos' gaze traveled over the crowd. After a few seconds, he nodded his head in Decker's direction and replied, "Don't worry. He can handle it."

followed Carlos' gaze and found Decker. He grabbed one man's hair and smashed his face into a bent knee, punched another in the throat, and knocked the wind out of yet another thug, planting a fist in his solar plexus. With every punk he took down, he got closer and closer to

police screamed in the distance. The sound was getting louder, the police were headed their

give chase. He turned around and walked over to Carlos and Debbie.

at his sister and asked,

she answered.

he turned to leave. "Hey,

looked back at

all about?" she demanded. Her brother

at Carlos and replied, "Ask him. He seems to have all the

to do with this?' She looked at Carlos, who was leaning against

face darkened. Realizing he couldn't hide it anymore, he promised, "I have to be somewhere tonight. Meet me tomorrow. Your apartment.

and said, "Fine. I'll be

car, the police pulled up. Those injured punks had nowhere to run

Debbie to go to the police station for a statement. Carlos

Debbie's place, Carlos was there too. The powerful man leaned back on the couch, legs crossed and arms extending along

Decker looked. She poured him a glass of water

accounts with the men from the night before. Luckily, he had a spare couple of hours to catch some Z's. He gulped down the water and placed the glass on the table. Leaning back on the sofa, eyes closed, he shook his

silent Carlos. Carlos took her hand right

was mad at

while, Decker

she didn't know where

with the first question that popped into her head. "I gave you some serious cash.

he had. She didn't think