“Who is it?” Randal exclaimed. All of them looked towards the door puzzledly.
They had been in an abandoned warehouse in a deserted area. Nobody would have visited that place on their own.
Before they could have reacted, a well-built man in black strode into the warehouse. His motions had been swift and elegant like a panther. He looked rather posh. The invisible rage radiating from him thickened the air, the eyes on his charming face had been so sharp that they could have killed.
He immediately noticed Monique, covered in dirt as if she had rolled on the floor with cuts and bruises covering her face. She shielded Angel and had an expression as if she had been ready to die.
Henry felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. He should have come earlier.
His eyes turned feral.
There had been a dead silence in the warehouse. Xavier and Randal had been immobilized and they trembled in fear when they had seen that Henry entered with a strong presence.
When Monique saw him, she had been relieved and grateful that they had been finally rescued. He was her knight in shining armor!
“You, mind your own business. Or else, you’ll be in trouble too,” Randal had been the first to have regained his composure and shouted loudly.
Henry was unfazed by his threats. He took a huge step forward and gave him a punch, before turning sideways to hit Xavier in the face. They collapsed onto the floor as they cried out in pain. Henry quickly turned around to kick them and sent them flying. They spat out blood and drooled while they laid on the floor. They had also howled in pain, having been unable to get up.
Henry’s actions had been focused and elegant, having left no chance for them to have fought back.
Angel watched him in awe while he destroyed those two scoundrels.
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