Chapter 210


    "Hey, rascal! Are you trying to be a hero? I advise you t o run as far as you can. Not everyone can be a


    hero. A m I right, mates?" one man said.


    The rest sneered. "If you want to be a hero, you have got to pay a price. Don''t overreach yourself."


    "You have onest chance. Get out of the way, otherwise, we can''t guarantee what the consequences


    will be."


    But Mark ignored their bluster, strode over with his long legs, and gave the nearest man a good kicking.


    That man did not see iting and was kicked face down to the ground, his head hitting the wall so


    hard that he wailed in pain.


    The other men did not sit idly when they saw their mate beaten. They let go of Summer, got up from the


    ground, and lunged at Mark while cursing something i n their mouths.


    "You must have a death wish!"


    "Let''s beat the living daylights out of him, mates!"


    Mark nced at them coldly without saying a word, his eyes deep and his face grave.


    A melee started. In the silence of the night, there was


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    only the sound of fighting and men wailing and cursing.


    Summer''s hair had turned messy, her clothes tattered. Trembling in the cold and gritting her teeth, she


    took her cell phone out of her pocket with her shivering hand and pressed the emergency number, but


    said nothing.


    The situation was dire. If the gangsters knew she called the police, it would anger them and they could


    be even more violent.


    Mark had no expression on his face, only the flickering mes in his eyes, revealing his rage.


    Both his hands and legs were quick, urate, and brutal. Each strike was aimed at the most


    vulnerable part of the body. Mark took no prisoners.


    The four men were not his match. They were beaten ck and blue, their noses bleeding, faces


    swollen, holding their painful areas, wailing and groaning.


    Enraged, they took out shiny knives from their pockets.


    Their moved randomly, waving the knives in their hands.


    Mark was surrounded, fighting a two-front war, so to speak. Just then, the sharp tip of a knife shed


    across his arm. Blood oozed out instantly, and his movements became slower.


    Summer had her heart in her mouth, her heart skipping a beat as she looked at him worriedly.


    After a few moments, she took out the phone again and yed the sound clip of police sirens, and


    threw the phone out and away. She then picked up the wooden stick from her side and hit ''one man


    with her quivering hands.


    Hearing police sirens, those men panicked. They quickly exchanged nces, winking at each other as


    a signal to leave.


    The moment they turned around, Mark lunged forward and hurt their vital parts. They copsed to the


    ground and could no longer get up.


    A momentter, sirens red through the air with strobe light shing blindingly in the night as a group


    of policemen stormed into the alley.


    One police officer came up to greet Mark.


    Mark gave a nod of acknowledgement and then ignored them. He turned around, took off his ck


    coat, and put it on Summer to cover her body. He then drew her in his arms and said in his deep voice.


    "Are you hurt?"