Chapter 240 Who Laid a Hand on My Woman
A man was emanating an aggressive aura, "Who's this pretty boy trying to play hero save the beauty?"
Another man, rubbing his head, snarled viciously, "Was it you who hit me thus now? Come here. If you crawl under me, I'll let you off the hook." He arrogantly placed his foot on a chair.
Baldwin sneered softly, "Bring it on!"
His provocation instantly enraged the two men. "You're asking for it!"
"Come on, try taking me one-on-one!" Baldwin taunted.
As they spoke, their backup arrived. Five or six men, all around and probably aged in their thirties. Dressed in flashy clothes with their hair dyed in various colors. Even glancing briefly, it was clear they were good-for-nothing playboys.
Nora's heart skipped a beat, thinking they were done for and about to be mobbed. She needed to find Frederick fast to help them out! Nora hastily took out her phone to call for backup. But just as she located Frederick's number, her phone was snatched from her hand.
A man with a devious look sized her up and down, musing, "This lady looks familiar. Where have I seen you before?"
Nora was speechless.
The men kept laughing.
"Dennis, how many positions did you switch when you were messing with her?"
"Dennis, is it seven times a night now or eight?"
Obscenities flowed from their mouths, utterly repulsive.
Quinn couldn't stand it any longer, seeing the man reaching out to grab Nora, she forcefully pushed him away, furious, "Keep your hands away from her!"
Baldwin, although bleary-eyed from drunkenness, did not forget to protect Nora behind him.
Seeing this, the men stopped their mockery and closed in.
"Feisty one, aren't you daring to stand up to us guys?"
"Sweety, don't say we aren't gentlemen if you two just come along nicely with us."
Their sentence was cut off as Quinn, without hesitation, grabbed a nearby chair and hurled it toward them. The men hastily dodged it. The chair hit one of them, who immediately cried out in pain.
"Stupid broad, you refused our generosity and now we won’t play nice, guys, take them down!" The ringleader, losing patience, commanded, and several men charged at the three of them.
Baldwin, guarding Nora, clashed with the oncoming men. Even though, he’s not one to usually engage in fights, which was why he wasn't very skilled in brawling.
Moreover, being intoxicated slowed his reactions. He was quickly overpowered and beaten by the group.
Nora, desperate to help, managed to take down two with her silver needles, but the group was too large and powerful, and soon, she was grabbed by the hair and firmly pinned down.
"Let me go!" Nora yelled as she struggled desperately but couldn't free herself. She could only watch helplessly as Baldwin was pinned to the ground and beaten by several men.
On the other hand, Quinn was being restrained by the man with whom she had his arms twisted earlier.
"Pretty lady, your skin is so tender," the man holding Nora sneered. He was the one with a sinister look.
He caressed Nora's cheek and said to the others, "Guys, have your fun. I'm taking the beauty here and heading out."
The rest of the group cheered him on.
"Dennis, you looking to rekindle an old flame with her?"
"Dennis, remember to be gentle, don't go too far."
"Dennis, that's not fair, man. The reward should be shared. Make sure you record the fun so we can all enjoy it later!"
The men spewed their crude jokes as the sinister man chuckled, clutching Nora tightly and dragging her toward a corner.
Nora could hear Quinn swearing and calling out her name. She wanted to come to her rescue, but she was struggling to fend for herself.
Nora fought back with all her might, hating that she was not strong enough. Even with a silver needle in hand, she was unable to wield it effectively. The man dragged her into a corner, began groping her eagerly.
Nora cried out in disgust, shouting for help. "Help, save me, please save me!" But the thumping music from the dance floor on the first floor drowned out her voice.
Waiters walked past them, their faces indifferent as they hurriedly moved away. They seemed to be well-acquainted with such occurrences.
Nora felt a chill on her shoulder as the neckline of her top was torn open. The man's lips pressed against her fragrant shoulder. With her hands immobilized, Nora was struck by a wave of shame and despair.
Just then, a tall figure appeared before her. He was dressed in neatly ironed black clothes, his face as cold as ice, and his approach was like the grim reaper seeking a soul.
It was Aaron!
"Thomas!" Nora cried out, filled with overwhelming relief. The man before her seemed so towering and majestic that she almost teared up with emotion.
The man who held her captive still had his hands wandering inappropriately. Hearing her cry out, he gave a sinister smirk, "Little beauty, I'm not Thomas." Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a cold sensation at the nape of his neck, as if a wraith whisked by.
Immediately after, he was hoisted up by a powerful force and then thrown violently away. With a loud crash, he hit the wall and then fell hard to the floor. The impact nearly shattered his bones and left him too dazed to even groan in pain.
Aaron's handsome face was as cold as ice in anger. He took off his coat and wrapped it around Nora, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"
Nora clutched the coat tightly, shaking her head, "I'm fine."
"All right, just wait here for a moment."
Aaron spoke, then walked over to the man who had taken a good while to stand up, clutching his chest. "Which hand touched my woman?"
The man stared at him, grimacing in pain as the agony was too much to speak.
A cold, bloodthirsty smile played on Aaron's lips as his gaze fell on the hand the man held against his chest. "Was it this hand?"
Before the man could react, Aaron grabbed his hand and twisted it fiercely.
A pitiful scream tore through the air, the man's face contorted with pain as his eyelids fluttered.
Aaron then caught his other hand, his voice still as cold as ice, "Or was it this hand that touched her?" With that, he twisted again.
This time, the man couldn't even cry out because he passed out from the pain.
Disgust painted Aaron's face as he dropped the man and sneered, "How dare you touch my woman?" He pulled out a tissue to clean his hands, his movements slow, deliberate, and exuding an elegant grace.
A harsh punishment, yet it somehow fascinated onlookers.
Nora was dumbstruck. "Let's go."
Aaron wrapped his arm around her waist, his menacing aura dissipating.
Nora agreed and with adoration in her eyes, let him guide her forward. Truth be told, she didn't like violence met with violence. But some villains really deserved to be punished with a vengeance. She didn't feel a shred of sympathy for the man just now.
"Where are Quinn and Baldwin?" she asked quickly, remembering her friends.
"They're safe. Frederick and Noe are with them," Aaron assured her.
With Frederick there, she felt confident that the other men stood no chance. Indeed, by the time Nora and Aaron arrived at the scene, they saw a line of men lying on the ground, evidently beaten severely.
Baldwin's eyes were dazed, supported by Frederick. His mouth was bleeding, an unsightly scratch on his lip making him look rather defeated.
Quinn, disheveled, was wearing Noe's jacket, appearing relatively unharmed. Seeing Aaron and Nora approach, she called out, "Ron."
Aaron nodded in acknowledgment.
Quinn then turned to Nora, "Nora, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. How about you?" Nora asked with concern.
"I'm okay. He might be a bit hurt, though. He took a nasty beating." Quinn nodded towards Baldwin.
Nora approached Baldwin and checked his pulse. He was mostly fine. Probably no internal injuries, just a few superficial wounds.
"Nora, I'm fine. I just want to go back and get some sleep." Baldwin's eyelids were fighting a battle he just couldn't win, leaving him unable to stand steady, completely reliant on Frederick for support. This drunken appearance was quite endearing, a striking contrast to his usual demeanor.
Nora couldn't help but laugh.
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