Chapter 50 I Was Just Taking a Walk
"Hey kid, did you hear that? She wants you to kneel!"
"Kneel, quickly!"
"Otherwise, we'll beat you both to death!"
The thugs brandished their weapons and shouted.
"Noah, what do we do?"
Ethan looked at Noah, his gaze filled with nervousness.
Kneeling was out of the question, of course.
But there were seven or eight big men on the other side, wielding iron rods and steel pipes. It wouldn't be easy to deal with them.
"What do you suggest?" Noah looked at Ethan with a playful expression.
"What do we do..." Ethan's eyes darted around and then he gritted his teeth.
"Fuck!"
He quickly turned around and went to the kitchen to grab a sharp kitchen knife before rushing back out.
"Motherfuckers, you dare to disrespect me and Noah?"
Ethan swung the knife and struck.
Noah was somewhat surprised. Ethan did have some courage.
Splat!
The blade landed on one of the thugs' arms!
Blood gushed out!
The attack had caught them off guard and the thugs didn't react in time.
"Ahh! Damn, it hurts!"
The young thug held his arm and retreated, big drops of cold sweat falling from his face as the wound on his arm bled onto the ground.
"Attack!"
"Get him!"
The rest of the thugs instantly grew fierce and charged at Ethan.
Although Ethan was brave, he couldn't take them on with just his fists, and within ten seconds, he was subdued.
"Damn it!"
One thug smashed a metal rod onto Ethan's wrist.
Clang!
The kitchen knife fell to the ground.
"You must have a death wish, kid! Keep fighting!”
Bang!
A kick flew toward Ethan's abdomen, sending him soaring into the air and crashing against the wall before sliding down slowly.
"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed continuously as blood flowed out, feeling excruciating pain throughout his body, as if he was falling apart.
"Kill him!"
Three thugs surrounded Ethan. One of them punched him in the eye socket.
Bang!
The punch almost caused Ethan's eyeball to burst, and he found himself temporarily blinded. The was world spinning.
Another thug in hand swung an iron rod toward Ethan's head!
As the iron rod was about to strike down...
Whoosh...
In an instant, a hand reached out and firmly grasped the iron rod.
It was Noah.
The thug with the iron rod felt like the rod had been imprisoned. He couldn’t pull it out.
"Are you going to fight too, kid?" The thug stared fiercely at Noah.
"Everyone, be careful! This guy is skilled, one person may not be a match for him!" Megan's face changed as he shouted from his wheelchair.
"At least three people need to take him down!"
The thugs' eyes flickered. They hadn’t expected Noah to be so powerful.
"Three people?" Contempt flashed in Noah's eyes.
In the next moment, he made his move.
It was as if a wolf had entered a flock of sheep. His fists moved swiftly.
Bang!
Bang!
He was incredibly fast, and each strike landed on fatal parts of the body.
The temple, the groin, the neck, the back of the head...
"Ah!"
"It hurts so much!"
A mixture of screams and the sound of fists hitting flesh reverberated in the hallway.
Within twenty seconds, all seven or eight thugs lay on the ground, motionless, groaning in pain.
If Noah hadn't held back, they would be lifeless corpses.
"So... scary!"
Megan, in his wheelchair, was dumbstruck.
The kid was too skilled!
His wife was also terrified, clutching onto the urn and trembling, fear in her eyes as she looked at Noah.
They didn’t know that a crowd would never have the advantage over Noah.
No matter how many people there were, every strike Noah delivered was accurate, instantly rendering the opponent unable to fight back.
"Quick, quick, quick! Call for backup!"
Megan was truly frightened. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
Noah crossed his arms, a playful smile on his face, showing no signs of resistance.
Ten minutes later.
"Who's this idiot who dares to mess with my brother?!" A stern voice rang out.
Twenty to thirty thugs rushed up the stairs, filling the hallway, each one wielding an iron rod or steel pipe. A man named Logan was leading them.
"He's finally here!"
Megan's tension eased as soon as he saw Logan.
Logan was the number one underling of Liam, the leader of the slums. He had dozens of men under his command and was Liam's right-hand man. Megan had dared to threaten Noah earlier because of Logan, claiming that he had connections in the area.
"Huh?"
Noah and Ethan were both taken aback when they saw Logan.
Noah had kicked Logan far away the first time they had met in the slums. Their second encounter was at the hospital, where Noah would have beaten him up if Lucas hadn’t intervened.
"Logan!"
Megan exclaimed with delight, pointing his finger at Noah. "This is the guy! Many of our guys were injured because of him!"
"You're dead!"
Logan's eyes flashed with a sinister light as he followed Megan's finger.
In the next moment, his pupils contracted, and a look of immense fear appeared in his eyes.
"...Noah?!"
Logan stammered.
The events at the Royal Hospital were still fresh in his mind. Liam's arms were disabled, and he was currently lying in the ICU and had paid a million dollars in compensation.
Ultimately, it was all because Liam had offended the young man standing before him.
Noah also had a connection to Logan. He was the same person who had saved Noah's great-great-great-grandfather, Mason.
Their statuses and positions were worlds apart.
With just a flick of his finger, Noah could effortlessly crush him to death. He could drown him at a single word.
They were simply not on the same level.
Logan couldn't understand how this small-time guy had managed to provoke someone so terrifying. And he had even called him to ask for help.
That was just pushing him into the fire.
Logan shuddered as he thought about it.
"Logan, do something!" Megan said, seeing Logan's hesitation.
"Do something?!"
Logan cursed loudly, then slapped Megan hard across the face, causing a burning sensation.
"What?!"
Megan covered his face, dumbfounded. "Logan, why did you hit me?!"
"Yeah, Logan!" His wife was also puzzled. Pointing her finger at Noah, she angrily spoke up. "If you want to hit someone, hit this bastard! He killed Lucy, and I want him dead!"
"I can't believe you two! You're asking for trouble, but don't drag me into it!" Logan cursed again, kicking the woman in the stomach.
Bam!
The woman sat down on the ground after she was kicked, and the German Shepherd photo frame fell and shattered. The urn cracked open, and ashes spilled all over the floor.
"Lucy, my Lucy!" The woman's face turned pale as she cried while holding the urn.
Without even glancing at the woman, Logan put on a smile and walked over to Noah.
"I don’t know them, Noah! I... I just came here for a walk."
"Shut her up, she's so noisy." Noah glanced sideways at the woman on the ground.
"Do you hear that? Noah told you to shut up! If you don't, I'll stuff the ashes into your mouth!" Logan gave the woman a menacing look.
The woman trembled in fear. She imagined having ashes stuffed in her mouth and instantly dared not speak anymore.
"Noah..." Logan forced a smile.
"Have your people clean this up, leave no traces of blood or anything. I don't want my wife to be frightened when she comes home from work." Noah added.
