Just as I was about to fall into complete despair, the man in front of me suddenly collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back. In my shock and terror, a familiar young face appeared in my view.
I knew that face, but my panicked brain couldn't quite place it.
"Monkey! Monkey!" The other men nudged their unconscious companion, their expressions turning vicious when he didn't respond. "That little punk. How dare he mess with us?"
"L-Lucas?" The name finally surfaced in my mind through my daze.
"Are you okay?" Lucas gave me a concerned glance.
I shook my head, but he grabbed my wrist and inspected the spot where the skin had scraped off and blood was oozing out.
"Does it hurt?" His face was full of worry.
I finally noticed the dull pain in my wrist, but I shook my head again. The danger wasn't over yet, and I couldn't afford to care about a minor wound.
Lucas gently pushed me behind him, his gaze turning icy as he faced the remaining two men.
One of them scoffed, stepping forward with a sneer, "What are you gonna do?"
The man reached out instinctively to shove Lucas, but before he could reach him, Lucas grabbed his fingers and twisted them sharply. The man's face contorted in pain right away.
"Ah! Ow, ow, ow… Stop! Save me!"
The second man lunged forward, ready to teach Lucas a lesson, but Lucas swiftly lifted his leg and delivered a precise, powerful kick. The man crumpled to the ground, writhing and groaning in agony.
"Who sent you?" Lucas' voice was cold and filled with menace. "What are you after?"
The two men exchanged a glance but chose to feign ignorance. "We were paid to do a job. There's no way we'll tell you more."
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