Chapter 148 Broad Back, Little Boy
Chloe's anger was irrational. When Finn hit Penelope again, she forgot all possible consequences and just wanted to kill Finn with that bottle.
But Finn, despite everything, was an adult and had plenty of street fighting experience from mooching around. When he saw Chloe coming at him, he immediately stepped back two steps and kicked out.
Chloe fell flat on her back, while Finn got a cut on his right leg from the bottle.
"Chloe!" Penelope cried out, struggling free from Finn and bending down to grab Chloe.
"Damn it, you dare stab me? Do you know who I am?" Finn, enraged, lifted his leg to stomp down. "I'll kick you to death so that you won't become a prostitute when you grow up."
Penelope took the kick for Chloe, her face twisted in anger as she cursed, "You're an animal, hitting even a child."
"Give me the money." Finn straddled Penelope, punching her repeatedly. "Are you giving me the money or not?"
"I don't have any money. You can find it yourself. Whatever you find is yours." Penelope gave in, holding Chloe. "Don't hit her. Don't hit her anymore."
Finn, panting, grabbed Penelope and, after a moment of silence, said, "No money, huh? Then I'll find someone, and you let Chloe have sex with him. At least that'll get 800 dollars. Give me 500, and we're even."
"No way."
"Why are you pretending to be so? What else can she do when she grows up other than a prostitute? I can make more money this way." Finn choked Penelope. "Don't push me, you hear?"
"You're dreaming! Even if you kill me, it's impossible." Penelope protected Chloe. "No one can touch my daughter."
"You're out of your mind!" Finn, neck stiff, grabbed Penelope with his right hand. "I'll tell you one more time..."
"Let go."
At this moment, the frail Luke walked out from the inner room, expressionless, and shouted at Finn.
Finn turned his head at the sound. "What did you say?"
"I said let go." Although Luke was shorter than an adult, he was standing while Finn was kneeling, so he spoke, looking down at him.
"Damn it!" Finn pushed Luke aside and turned back to Penelope. "I was saying..."
A cold flash appeared in the room, and Luke, holding a thick-bladed kitchen knife in his right hand, raised his arm and slashed down without blinking.
Caught off guard, Finn took the knife squarely on his cheek, immediately covering his face and shouting, "Fuck, you cut me?"
Luke struck hard, the second slash landing squarely on Finn's wrist.
"Damn, you hit hard!" Finn reacted quickly, springing up from the ground, blocking with his right arm, and stepping forward to grab Luke's knife-wielding wrist.
Luke, eyes fixed on Finn, took three quick steps back, raising his right hand and swinging at Finn's stomach again.
The knife fell, splitting Finn's shirt and spraying blood from the gash in his belly.
Luke nimbly sidestepped, standing to Finn's left, and raised his arm, slashing furiously.
In just a few seconds, Finn's left arm, side, and cheek were slashed four or five times. He lunged forward, and Luke immediately stepped back, raising the knife and shouting, "Come on, come at me, fuck!"
Finn, gritting his teeth, didn't dare to advance easily, as he was unarmed, and Luke was striking hard.
Seeing Finn hesitate, Luke suddenly raised the knife and slashed again.
Finn tried twice to grab the knife but failed, getting his arm slashed several times instead, and had to turn and run
At this point, Luke chased after him with the knife, slashing at his back three or four more times.
Drunk, Finn stumbled out the door, holding his head as he ran down the steps.
Luke, panting, chased outside and shouted, "Fuck, if you come back, I'll kill you."
Finn turned back, cursing, "You wait, you just wait."
"What can you do? There are no people of status in society like you." Although young, Luke completely looked down on him. "I'll be right here waiting for you. Let's see what you can do!"
With that, Luke turned and walked back inside, looking at the blood on the floor. "Auntie, Chloe, are you two okay?"
Lying on the floor, Chloe recalled the moment Luke came out with the knife, looking at his frail frame, and a new impression formed in her mind.
"Did he ran away?" Penelope came to her senses and immediately asked.
"Yes, he ran." Luke nodded.
"Close the door. Close it now. He'll definitely come back." Penelope hurriedly called out to everyone.
Luke, still in peak condition after driving Finn away, said, "What can he do if he comes back? He's just a thug. If he comes back, I'll cut him again. What are we afraid of?"
When Penelope saw Luke drive Finn away, she felt for a moment that this child was more reliable than a burly adult. But hearing his words now, she knew that a child was still a child.
"Listen to me, close the door and let's hide at my friend's place." Penelope continued to arrange things.
The women inside were also afraid of Finn coming back for revenge, so they quickly tidied up, grabbed their coats, locked the door, and left with the two children.
But what they didn't expect was that the despicable Finn didn't find thugs for revenge but called the police.
In less than an hour, several police officers from the Black Street District stormed into Penelope's friend's place, pointing at Luke. "Was it you who cut someone?"
Luke blinked and stiffened his neck. "It was self-defense."
"Then let's go." An officer grabbed Luke by the collar and said to everyone, "Pack up, you're all coming to the station."
At No. 88 Courtyard.
Alexander teased Emily, "Buddy, you've gained weight again."
"Don't be a jerk." Emily, shivering from the cold, stomped her feet. "There's a hole in the wall of my room. I slept one night, and the next morning my eyelashes were frosted. I almost turned into an ice pop."
"You need a man in that room." Alexander hinted.
Emily glanced at Alexander. "Who bought you that scarf?"
Alexander was stunned when his phone rang.
"Hold on." Alexander waved his hand, answering the call. "Hello? What's up, John?"
"Luke got arrested," John said succinctly.
"What?" Alexander was stunned.
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