Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 137

With this shout, the punk-look man defensively glared at Noah as well.

Noah said in a loose tone with a cigarette in his mouth, "Don't you want to protect women?"

Ferne was embarrassed. No one liked to be exposed as a weak mouse while showing off. Let alone he said it so straightforward.

Life is already hard, so don't expose the truth!

Time was running out. The punk-look man's knife was almost at his neck. Ferne closed his eyes and shouted, "OK! I'm pretentious!"

It was indeed a bit humiliating. However, Noah didn't want to stop at the right place. He just wanted to be insatiable.

"I'm a vengeful person," he said with a long tone.

Ferne's eyes were burning, "You broke my wine! It's worth millions of!"

Noah lowered his head and lit a cigarette. "You guys continue."

The punk-look man approached Ferne's neck with the knife and took out his wallet.

Ferne struggled hard, but he didn't break free. He could only shout at Noah, "OK! OK! OK! I was wrong! You can do whatever you want with me, ok?! Can you save me now?"

Noah took a sip of his cigarette and raised his brows. His smile revealed his evil nature. "Deal."

"I'm warning you. Don't come over. As soon as you come over, I'll ..." The punk-look man held his knife pointing at him.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked away by Noah and hit Ferne's body, knocking out three people who were clamping down on Ferne.

Ferne almost spat out blood. As he slid down the wall, he desperately wondered if this bastard had deliberately used so much strength!

Afterwards, Noah pressed down on the heads of two men who rushed over and knocked them down. They fainted on the ground. There was still one who shouted at Noah with a knife in his hand, "You, you, you... Don't come over. I, I, I, I..."

Noah still had a cigarette in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and grinned at the man. There's a dimple on his cheek. It was a resolute and upright face. However, this man was full of banditry's aura. He was wearing a suit and calmly maintained himself like a social elite, but when fighting, he was better than a street gangster!

He walked towards the man with the knife and took away his knife. Then, he flipped his fingertips and used the knife to give him a haircut. Then, he handed the knife over and smiled. "Fifty."

That man was stunned, "What?"

"I said, the cost of cutting your hair," Noah patiently repeated, "Is Fifty."

The man took out the money from his pocket trembling and pressed it flat before handing it over. He didn't dare to imagine how he looked like. He only saw the shadow on the ground. The knife almost circled around the man's hand and he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that his neck would be cut in the next second.

The punk-look man had already stood up again. He quickly took out Ferne's wallet and approached Noah. "I was wrong. Here's your wallet."

At this moment, the little girl suddenly rushed over and hugged Noah's arm, "Help me! I'm so scared..."

She hadn't even rushed forward when Noah grabbed her chin and lifted her face.

"You came to this place alone at night, dressed like this," he said, glancing indifferently at her face, the corners of his mouth curved, the dimples on his cheeks shallow, and his eyes full of ridicule. "Put on makeup and sprayed cheap perfume..."

With a change of tone, he turned to look at Ferne and said, "It's a trap. You are so foolish to save her." Noah raised his eyes to glance at the punk-look man and said in a light tone, "They're from the same group."