He had brought his friends along to seek revenge for what Armand had done to him just now.
Some of them cracked their knuckles, trying to instill fear. The others had even brought baseball bats with them.
Genevieve swept her gaze across the street and realized there were no surveillance cameras at all. That explained why they had the audacity to surround them and act so antagonistically in public.
Beside her, Armand looked unperturbed by the commotion.
He slowly pulled Genevieve behind him without taking his eyes off the man he had confronted back there.
“It seems that you didn't learn your lesson,” Armand sneered.
The man spat on the ground and scolded, “This is my turf! You're an outsider and you should know your place! You'd better get on your knees before it's too late. You have no idea what I'm capable of.”
His snobbish attitude angered Armand. He popped his knuckles as his face darkened. “Really? I'd like to see what you're capable of.”
The man signaled at his gang with a glance.
Some of the men turned their hands around the handlebars and bolted toward Armand, while those who had weapons got off from their vehicles and encircled the two.
Genevieve was petrified, but before anything happened, a jacket dropped on her head, blocking off her view.
“Don't move,” Armand said lowly.
She stood right where she was and held her breath. What followed was the sound of beating, screeching, and thuds. Genevieve guessed the bikes must have dropped and someone was hit with bats.
She was worried sick since there were eight of them in total, and they were armed. She did not want Armand to be injured.
Genevieve became more fearful when the ruckus dragged out for a good few minutes without dying down. It was a torturous wait for her.
She was about to pull away the jackets when everything suddenly died down.
Then, someone's groans and cries broke the silence.
What is going on? Genevieve removed the jacket only to see the men curving into human balls on the ground. They were all hurting and shaking.
Even their leader was brought to the ground.
“Ouch!” Genevieve suddenly felt a pang of pain in her ankle.
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