Wendy figured that Jasper made things sound too serious and took the initiative to explain.
Coincidentally, as soon as Wendy finished her sentence, they heard the sound of a car suddenly screeching to a halt.
A van pulled over at the side of the road, and five to six men with sharp blades hopped out of the vehicle. One of them was covering his head that was sloppily bandaged and shrieked while pointing at Jasper. “That’s him, Drake! Hack him to death!”
Jasper frowned and glanced at Fallon.
Fallon tacitly understood. She stood up and lifted the plastic stool from underneath before charging forward.
Terrified, Wendy said to Jasper in a haste, “Shall we call the police, Jasp?”
Jasper said with a smile, “No, we have two bodyguards. You’re going to embarrass them if you call the police. When you deal with thugs like them, it’s best to do so using their own strategies.”
Nowadays, most of the folks in Southeast Province had doughty spirits. Most ordinary citizens would only fan the flames and crowd around to watch the show.
Therefore, when they saw five to six men rushing over with blades, not only did the others not run away screaming, but they even crowded around to watch with great interest.
Soon after, these onlookers and Jasper got to witness what being doughty was like.
Fallon was seen lifting the plastic stool all by herself and rushing toward the five to six burly men who were wielding knives.
The men were stunned for a moment, but these thugs were used to fighting the minority with large numbers and bullying the weak. They could not care less and began hacking at Fallon while clamoring.
When the plastic stool was in Fallon’s hands, it turned into a sharp and effective weapon. Anyone who touched it would let out a shrill cry and crash to the ground.
It was as though she was chopping melons and vegetables.
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