Chapter 58: Mr. Clancy's Madness

Several lackeys saw Benoit sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Benoit paid no attention to the mockery of the three lackeys and focused all his attention on Queenie's pale face. He held her cold hand and asked in a gentle voice, "Were you scared?"

Queenie's chest was heaving.

Just a moment ago, she really thought it was over.

She hadn't fully recovered yet.

Benoit tenderly rubbed her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, nothing will happen."

As he spoke, he warmed Queenie's hand and asked like an elder, "Tell dear husband, where did they touch you?"

Where did they touch her? They deserved to be beaten!

Benoit's lips quirked up, his eyes gleaming behind his elegant glasses.

Queenie's heart trembled slightly, thinking of what Pollard had said about Benoit's possessiveness. She instinctively shook her head.

"Just... just pulled my hair."

Benoit's lips curved up, and he looked at the three lackeys. "Very well, you can start wearing wigs now."

Upon hearing this, Queenie felt that Benoit's words sounded a little crazy.

She instinctively looked at the three big and strong men, still unsure.

The leader of the men spat and smiled, pulling up the corner of his mouth on the right side. "You? You, a useless person, want to teach a lesson to the three of us?"

The other two lackeys laughed along.

Benoit glanced indifferently at the leader. "You three aren't even worthy of my personal intervention."

The leader became angry when he heard this, rolled up his sleeves, and took a few steps towards Benoit, "I've never seen someone as arrogant as you."

"Don't come too close," Benoit said calmly, glancing at him.

The leader laughed when he heard this. "Are you scared?"

"No. It’s because you're too ugly for my eyes to stand," Benoit's expression was genuine, and it didn't seem like he was joking.

Queenie was so anxious that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
She subconsciously tapped Benoit's shoulder, indicating for him not to provoke the other party anymore.

But Benoit calmly patted her hand and said, "Don't worry. As long as I'm alive, no one will bully you."

The leader shook his head as if he heard a joke, "Your worthless piece of trash, daring to act so arrogantly."

He pointed at his own face, "See this? Your woman did this to me. Originally, if you had just admitted defeat, let me punch your face and then take away your woman, this would have all been over. But now, I'm telling you, it's not over!"

Benoit glanced at Queenie and asked, "Did you do it?"
Queenie nodded.

Benoit furrowed his brow and reproached, "Why did you hit him so lightly? Next time, hit him harder. If anything happens, as your husband, I'll take care of it."

Queenie smiled bitterly, feeling both touched and anxious.

In this situation without any support before or after, was it wise to act so boldly?

As expected, these words completely enraged the leader, and he raised his hand and rushed forward.

Benoit, sitting in his wheelchair, calmly whistled.

Immediately after, a huge figure flashed in the darkness and swooped down like a flying creature.
Its mouth opened wide, accurately biting the wrist that was about to strike Benoit.

Then, the entire large-sized creature crashed onto the leader, with a loud thud, pinning him to the ground while still tightly clenching his wrist.

The man didn't react until his head hit the ground.
He felt intense pain in his wrist, causing him to scream in fear.

"F*cking dog! Ah! Dog! Ah!"

The man desperately shook his hand, but, unfortunately, "General" firmly held onto his wrist, emitting low growls of dissatisfaction.

The man cried out in pain, "Quick, help! My hand is going to break!"

Queenie was a bit frightened.

Benoit glanced at her and whispered, "General, stay adorable."

General looked at his master in a bit of confusion.
I'm a Tibetan Mastiff weighing a hundred and eighty pounds. You want me to stay adorable?
Can you show me how to be adorable?

For once, "General" lost focus, and his grip loosened, allowing the leader to break free.

At this point, the three lackeys trembled as they all stepped back.

"General" growled menacingly at them.

Recalling Mr. Clancy's scolding, he hesitantly barked a few times, "Woof? Woof? Woof?"

Now, under the streetlight, Queenie was able to clearly see the appearance of the large dog in front of her. Dark brown fur, massive size, and robust limbs, it looked majestic. But for some reason, its fur was adorned with various types of bows?
It looked quite awkward.

One of the lackeys tentatively tried to run away.
"General" fixed his hind legs and pounced on him, pinning him down.

"Want to try running away again? Our adorable General will make you doubt your life choices."

The three lackeys looked horrified.
How is this considered adorable?

"Now, who is the boss?"

"It's you! It's you!" The three lackeys almost cried.

"You have a dog, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Before long, Manley ran over and said, "Mr. Clancy, the police have been called. They should be here soon."

Benoit glanced at the three lackeys and told them, "You all need to go downhill and wait for the police, at the intersection, got it?"

"We got it, we got it." The three lackeys nodded in fear.

"General" saw that the task was completed and excitedly approached Benoit and Queenie, wagging his tail, looking for some affection.

Just as its big head got close, Benoit pushed it away with disdain.
"You smell like those people! Stay away." Benoit then turned to Manley and said, "Take him to the pet store, get him a good wash and grooming, and then bring him back."

Upon hearing this, Queenie's heart skipped a beat.
Just as Pollard had said.
The belongings of the Mr. Clancy were not to be touched, and they were not to be contaminated by others' scent.

Queenie remembered Benoit's expression when he asked others where they touched her. It seemed dark and uncertain, which made her feel uneasy.

What if Benoit arrived just a step too late, and she was touched by those people elsewhere? Would he not want her anymore?

Queenie's heart became even more uncertain.
People have always said that Mr. Clancy is the king of Coast City.
At this moment, she felt like she had found a reliable partner.

Benoit looked up at Queenie, not understanding why she suddenly became absent-minded. Thinking that she was still scared, he pulled her hand and made her sit on his lap.

Queenie exclaimed and instinctively hugged Benoit's neck.
The two warm bodies were tightly pressed together, and a satisfied smile appeared on Benoit's face.

"Queenie, let me take you downhill."

"No, it's fine..." Queenie tried to stand up, but was held down by Benoit.

"Don't worry, this wheelchair is custom-made and has a good load-bearing capacity. It's also very fast."

Queenie struggled to get up, whispering in Benoit's ear, "It's not appropriate, with so many people here."

She wasn't used to being intimate in front of others.
But Benoit, being a carefree person, never cared about others' eyes. He lightly chuckled and held her back, saying, "What's the problem?"

Then he looked at Manley and asked, "Did you guys see anything?"

"No! We didn't see anything!" Manley turned his head to the other side and patted the heads of a few lackeys, saying, "Come on and follow me, and no one is allowed to sneak a peek!"

The lackeys obediently turned their heads to the other side and walked downhill one by one.
"General" was also very obedient, looking to the other side and as he was walking downhill with them.

Benoit happily embraced Queenie.
Benoit repositioned himself and whispered softly, "Queenie, now there's no one around."

Queenie blushed and felt extremely embarrassed.

Benoit pressed the forward button, and the wheelchair unexpectedly started moving.

As they were already going downhill, Queenie felt like she was going to fall forward as the wheelchair moved ahead, so she held onto Benoit's neck tightly.

Benoit thoroughly enjoyed Queenie's embrace and chuckled heartily, "Queenie, don't be afraid! Your husband has excellent driving skills."

True to his words, the small wheelchair managed to reach a speed similar to a motorized vehicle.

The night breeze whizzed by their ears.

Queenie tightly clung to Benoit and surprisingly felt a slight thrill.

When the wheelchair reached a downhill intersection, it jolted upon hitting a stone and tipped to one side, losing balance.

Benoit quickly held onto Queenie, using his strength to make sure he fell underneath her, cushioning her fall.

Manley, upon seeing this, burst into laughter.

"I told you not to show off, and now you've flipped over!"