The Legendary Man

It was none other than Emmeline Smith, the youngest daughter of the Smith family.

She was Josephine's younger sister and his sister-in-law.

Why is she here? Jonathan wondered, a frown creasing his forehead. Before I left the Smith family, she was in her senior year in high school. Why is she in a bar now?

Moreover, Emmeline seemed to be drunk, for her gaze was unfocused, and her cheeks tinted coral. Jonathan's eyes trailed to her burgundy-dyed hair before his gaze dropped to her white mini skirt. With the hair color and skimpy clothes, she looked like a delinquent.

The frown on Jonathan's forehead deepened when he saw the hooligans sitting beside her. From their colored hairs and arms covered with tattoos, it was apparent that they spelled trouble.

“Come on, Emmeline. Have another drink! I'll give you a ride home if you finish this drink,” one of them urged as he raised a glass. Stealthily, he shook his hand, and some powder fell into the drink.

Meanwhile, another hooligan took Emmeline's arm and pressed her to drink it. It was clear that they would feed her the alcohol by force if she were to say no.

“I can't drink anymore,” Emmeline said, shaking her head. Clearly, she was delirious from drinking too much alcohol.

“Seriously? Don't be a spoilsport!” The hooligans shared a look before pouring the drink down Emmeline's throat.

Alas, Emmeline was not strong enough to resist and was forced to gulp down the glass of beer. After that, they helped her up and dragged her to the door. “Come on, Emmeline. Let's have fun tonight!”

“I wonder if she's a virgin. If she is, we've hit the jackpot!”

“It doesn't matter. We're not going to marry her, are we? That's none of our business.”

“Yes, it has nothing to do with us!”

squeezed past the crowd and brought the unconscious

she could

they arrived at the door, a figure stood in their way. “Let

hell are you?” The sight of a busybody riled the hooligans. “Scram! Otherwise, we'll beat you

block our path? Don't you

hooligans did not

out of here!” It was

she was still Josephine's sister. Otherwise, he would not have

a beer bottle as anger poured through him and swung it

were to hit Jonathan's head, he would surely

were no match for

gave the hooligan a resounding slap that broke

Thud!

soft, and

us? Come on, let's get him!” The hooligans swung their fists in Jonathan's direction

were nothing to Jonathan, who had slaughtered

had barely lifted their arms when Jonathan raised his right leg and sent a flying kick in their direction. In an instant, the sound of bones breaking rang in

leg each as a form of

time knocking some sense into them, Jonathan gave them a forceful

in anguish, Jonathan helped the

were barely out of the bar when

her state of drunkenness. Her rosy cheek even rested on his shoulder as