Chapter 173 A Dark Blue Silhouette
His hands froze in mid-air as they were caught hold of by someone.
The man sitting in the wheelchair bore an air of calmness.
His long fingers were wrapped tightly around the other man’s wrist.
The other man’s forehead scrunched into a deep scowl. His muscles started to tense up as he tried to pull away.
But his hands were caught in place under Damien’s grip.
“Honey!”
Vivian’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.
Her husband was a trainer at the local gym. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted and toned.
No one in town was stronger than her husband.
But the man in the wheelchair, with a firm grip on his arm, stopped him from hitting Cherise.
A glob of sweat trickled down his temple.
Damien’s spiritless eyes betrayed no hint of emotion as he suddenly strengthened his grip.
‘Crack!’ The man shrieked at the top of his lungs, “My hand! It’s dislocated!”
Vivian’s eyes flashed red with anger.
She supported the man and ordered, “What are you all doing? Give these people a lesson!”
Damien’s lips curled into a smirk following the man’s scream, “No one is allowed to bully my wife,” he demanded fiercely. “Who else wants to know what it’s like to have your hands dislocated?”
At Damien’s warning, the faces of the people standing up for Vivian took on a pale sheen.
Vivian’s husband was the most muscular man in town.
But Damien even made him shriek in pain.
Who else was capable of defeating this man?
Vivian’s face clouded over. “Target the woman!” she commanded.
“He’s blind. He wouldn’t be able to help her!”
Her voice boomed through the surroundings, giving courage to those too scared to stand up to Damien and help her.
They might fear Damien, but they could get to the girl behind him! After all, there were so many of them. How could he help her if he couldn’t see anything?
In a matter of seconds, they started to swarm over like bees.
Cherise clenched her fists tightly, her hands gripping the handle of Damien’s wheelchair. “Damien, what should I do?” her voice trembling under the pressure.
Damien’s eyes narrowed. Though they thought he was blind, he could see every inch of their movements through the cloth over his eyes.
The man reached out his arms and pulled Cherise into his embrace. “A bad environment can indeed bring out the worst in people,” he said. “But don’t you all have parents and children to protect at home? Are you sure karma won’t get to you if you do anything bad. to us?”
Coincidentally, a deafening clap of thunder rumbled across the skies as if to emphasize the weight of his words.
The cowards stood rooted to their spots while the brave ones continued to approach. Cherise and Damien.
Although they were surrounded, no one dared to hit Damien.
They still couldn’t fathom how he had dislocated Vivian’s husband’s arm.
“Get them!” Vivian screamed. “I’ll buy everyone drinks if you teach them a lesson!”
Vivian’s eyes welled with tears as she cradled her husband’s injured hand. As the bully, she had never faced such disrespect in her life.
Get them!
Make sure they pay for what they did!
Show Cherise and her disabled husband what they are up against!
As the attackers raised their fists, a dark blue silhouette stood tall and defiant in front of them.
Blake’s brows furrowed as he turned to look at Damien. “Should I do the honors?”
Blake knew that Damien, his mentor, could easily take down the attackers on his own.
But Damien had a unique identity and had to disguise himself as a disabled man. He couldn’t act recklessly under such circumstances.
