Chapter 1075: Chapter 1075: Enna Clark’s Composure Chapter 1075: Chapter 1075: Enna Clark’s Composure Then, as if his life depended on it, he ran in the direction of Enna Clark—
Two n who had leapt from the crowd, fearless of death, charged forward and blocked his path. Baron Lawrence’s eyes turned red with fury, showing no rcy, his fists landing heavily on each of them, punch after punch.
After dealing with those two, the person heading towards Enna Clark had already reached her.
“Damn it, Enna Clark!”
To his surprise, the seemingly delicate woman calmly dodged the man’s lunging assault. She didn’t scream or cry like an ordinary girl facing danger. Instead, after evading his attack, she grabbed rchandise from a nearby vendor and hurled it at him before he could lunge at her again.
“Stop throwing stuff, damn it! If you throw anything else, I’ll make you regret it once I catch you!” the man snarled while using his arms to shield his face.
Just when he felt the impact on his arms stop, he sneered, preparing to give Enna Clark a lesson.
At that mont, a beer bottle swung towards his head—
“Ah!” the stocky man instinctively raised his arm to protect himself.
The beer bottle smashed heavily into his arm, shattering into glass shards, and blood gushed out from the cuts on his arm.
The pain in his arm greatly enraged the man; seeing red after the sharp pain, he lunged toward Enna Clark—
“You bitch, you’re asking for it!”
Enna Clark had hoped the beer bottle would be a one-hit kill, but to her dismay, it was blocked at the critical mont.
And now, she had no ti to dodge.
She braced herself for direct confrontation, recalling the simple fighting techniques Edward Jackson had taught her. Her mind raced, calculating how she could escape from this predicant.
There was a natural gap in strength between n and won, sothing Little Uncle had ntioned during her training. If she faced danger, she should not take it head-on.
If there was truly no other way, aim for… the vital areas!
Enna Clark clenched her teeth.
In this situation, there was no ti left to dodge; she had to resort to her last move!
Sweat beaded her forehead, but she made no sound, nor did she panic. Just monts before, she saw two other people running towards Baron Lawrence.
If she made a noise now, it would surely distract Baron Lawrence.
Baron Lawrence was already injured, and so of the adversaries had knives. Any distraction could be deadly.
She took a deep breath, her whole body taut with tension. She could hear the whooshing of the man’s fist cutting through the air.
She was ready to take the punch head-on, then counterattack his vital point.
But just at that critical mont, suddenly, a hand seized the man’s wrist. It forcefully clamped down just a few centiters from her face, arresting the man’s punch.
There was a crisp snap of breaking bone.
She saw a tall, dark figure descend like a grim reaper, twisting the man’s wrist viciously. His presence was murderous as he dealt punch after punch to the man’s face and stomach.
“Ah… stop hitting , please no more, ah… it hurts… I can’t take it, you’re killing ! Help!” Screaming like a slaughtered pig, the man was pumled bloody in just monts.
Enna Clark snapped back to reality and grabbed the assailant from behind, “Baron Lawrence, stop it, you can’t hit him anymore, if you keep going you’ll kill him!”
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