The Legendary Man novel Chapter 446

The Legendary Man Chapter 446

There was no help at hand; whatever assistance there might be was too far away.

The blonde guy, Maurice, laughed scornfully with a look of contempt flashing through his eyes. He got hold of Angela by the shoulders and started massaging her impudently.

“Fine, let Mr. Sanderson come. Then he can see for himself how I have my way with you.”

Thunderous laughter rose up from all around them, with everyone looking on in derisive merriment.

Angela felt both angry and worried, but her face remained defiant.

Emmeline, who had remained silent all the while, suddenly seemed to have decided on a course of action.

Raising her head, she gave Maurice an ambiguous look and said, “You’d better go now. Otherwise, you may not live to see another day.”

“What did you say?”

Maurice gazed at her in incredulity and dismissed her words as the most hilarious joke that he had ever heard.

“Are you right in the brain?”

Maurice snorted disdainfully and drew Angela into his arms while the others attempted to do likewise with Emmeline.

“Let me go!”

Emmeline panicked and suddenly yelled at the top of her voice, “Jonathan, come and save me!”

Earlier on, she had stumbled upon Jonathan when she was taking some photographs but had intentionally kept her distance from him then. She had been avoiding him all the while and hence, had refused to come to Durbaine with him.

However, she could not be bothered with all that now.

Hearing Emmeline’s screams, Maurice smirked. “Shout all you want. The louder you shout, the more exhilarated I am. Let me tell you, b**ch, no one can stop me today; not even Superman.”

He had barely finished speaking when a large hand from behind him grasped him by the throat. Like the chick in the clutch of a swooping eagle, Maurice was lifted with his feet dangling in the air.

“It doesn’t even need Superman to choke you to death.” Logan’s deep, sinister voice boomed behind him, and standing right beside Logan was Jonathan.

Immobilized by the grip around his neck, Maurice’s eyes betrayed fear and anxiety.

He shouted, “What are you waiting for? Fight back!”

The thugs were brought to their senses and moved into action.

But did they have any idea who Logan was?

He was a hell of a fighter who had been through blood baths and massacres. These few ruffians were nothing but tiny little ants in his eyes, all of whom he could kill with a flick of his finger.

In the blink of an eye, Maurice’s flunkeys were sprawled on the ground, all unable to get up. Some suffered dislocations, while the more seriously injured had broken bones.

“Mr. Goldstein, what should I do with these punks? Shall I finish them off?” asked Logan casually.

“D-Don’t kill me.”

On hearing Logan’s dismissive talk of death, the thugs turned pale with fear.

In the past, they were in their element, bullying helpless, ordinary people. Faced with the real tough guy, it was to their credit that they did not pee in their pants.

“Throw them out. They’re an eyesore,” said Jonathan impatiently with a wave of his hand.

In front of Emmeline, he did not want to spill blood.

“Get lost!” Logan gave a kick, and the ruffians turned tail and scampered off.

After they had gone, Emmeline turned to look at Jonathan with mixed feelings.