Chapter 70


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    Despite being a woman, Queenie had the courage of a man. She held onto my hand even though she


    was visibly scared, vowing to face life and death together with me.


    I was deeply touched and silently swore that if I survived this ordeal, I would be a lifelong and devoted


    friend to her.


    “You, whatever your name is, get lost. I’m here for Luna.” Shawn waved his hand as he spoke, his tone


    sounding impatient.


    This guy n


    might not be as tall as Colin, but he had a strong and muscr build. He looked like someone who


    could fight well.


    Oh no, I might seriously end up losing some front teeth this time.


    “No way, I’m not leaving.” Queenie boldly stood by my side.


    “Well, you can’t me me then.” Shawn walked to a spot less than six feet away from us, hands behind


    his back, twirling a piece of grass he picked up from somewhere.


    Like a street thug, he spoke haughtily, “What an idiot, asking for trouble.”


    “What kind of man bullies women?” Queenie sniped with a fearless spirit.


    “I never said I was a good man.” Shawn continued to approach us slowly.


    I pushed Queenie behind me while trying to recall the self–defense techniques I had seen on the


    Inte.


    Should I go for the throat first or gouge his eyeballs? Or maybe I should wait for the right moment and


    kick him hard in the groin, ensuring he’d never have offspring.


    ording to the instructions, kicking in that area was the most effective and longsting technique


    against male assants.


    At that moment, I regretted not buying a stun gun. If Shawn dared to approach us, I would have zapped


    him with the highest setting.


    Before I could decide on my first move, however, Shawn menacingly lunged forward. “I’m going to


    teach you a lesson for daring to bully Lili!”


    What a scumbag! He was going to use violence on women!


    Squeezing my eyes shut, I swung both of my arms at the same time to prepare for an attack. I nned


    to strike wherever I could reach him. I would do anything to fight back, be it pping or scratching him.


    Even though I knew I would lose the fight, I couldn’t just sit back and walt. I had to struggle to preserve


    my pride.


    Just as I got into my position, I heard a wailing sound.


    I opened my eyes and saw Shawn flying through the air in a spectacr trajectory,nding precisely on


    the stones on the roadside. When his waist collided with the stones, he writhed in pain on the ground.


    Following that, a person relentlessly threw punches at Shawn’s body with his fists. Shawn, who had


    been prepared to attack me moments ago, was nowpletely defenseless. All he could do was cover


    his head with both hands.


    With the crisis averted and Shawn getting beat up into a pulp, I was beyond ted. If the situation


    allowed, I would have liked to dance and cheer for the person attacking Shawn.


    After a merciless beating, the person finally stopped. Shawn was now lying limply on the ground, utterly


    defeated.


    From the darkness ahead, a tall and sturdy figure approached me. d in a dark shirt and trousers,


    with a sharp and imposing look, the person was akin to a celestial being descending from the heavens.


    His dark eyes swept over me before his gaze fixed on my slightly disheveled hair. Instantly, a hint of


    anger shed across his face.


    He walked back and stepped on Shawn’s neck, bellowing. “You’re looking for death, huh? Touching


    anyone as you please?”