"Who's that?"
The originally noisy scene instantly quieted down. Everyone turned to look in this direction. A tall and thin young man was pushing a strange two-wheeled cart. One of his feet was stepping on the hand of a burly man, and that hand was directly trampled into the black gravel.
The burly man was squealing like a pig on the ground, and the young man had a calm expression on his face, creating a stark contrast. This young man clearly looked like an ordinary person, so how had he been able to render the burly man completely powerless?
"It's Amy! And her father! " Jessica caught sight of them out of the corner of her eye, and she was ecstatic to see them, but she was quickly struck by a sense of urgency as she thought to herself, No! They shouldn't be here! This bad guy is definitely going to make things difficult for them! What should I do …
Rebecca was already in despair, and she was prepared to die rather than allow Jessica to fall into Warrick's hands. She didn't recognize the young man, but she immediately recognized Amy, who was sitting on the backseat of the bicycle. She hurriedly yelled, "Don't worry about us! Hurry up and leave! They're all bad people!"
All of the onlookers in the distance were still looking on with cold expressions, as if nothing could pique their interest.
"Who are you?" Warrick removed his foot from Rebecca's body, but his other hand was still holding onto Jessica's face. He appraised Meg with narrowed eyes, and a hint of hostility appeared on his face.
The other burly men also made their way toward Meg with hostile expressions, and some of them even drew their sabers. This guy looked a little strange, but he was only one person, and he didn't appear to be very powerful. There were so many of them, so it wouldn't be an issue for them to take care of him.
Mag took a glance at Rebecca, who was slumped to the ground, and Jessica, who was being pinched by Warrick's mouth. Neither of them had sustained any obvious injuries, and he heaved an internal sigh of relief. He looked up at Warrick, and his grip on the handlebars of his bicycle tightened as a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
This was a scumbag who was trying to rape a widow and her child, a pedophile who was trying to take over a little loli.
A person like him deserved to die!
"You bastard! Let go of Jessica! Otherwise, I'll show you what I'm made of! I'm Amy! " Amy stood up from her little seat and pointed at Warrick with an enraged expression.
"Tsk, another one. Looks like I'm in luck today. It's a pity that she's a little too young, but she's going to be amazing in a couple of years." Warrick's eyes immediately lit up as he turned to Amy, and he licked his lips with a smile on his face.
"Boss, we'll help you catch her!" Amy's underlings roared with laughter as they rushed toward Meg as well.
"Amy," Amy said, "Amy," Amy said, "Amy," Amy's, "Amy, Amy," Amy, Amy, "Amy,"
"Okay, Xiaomi will cheer for Father! You must defeat the bad guys and save Jessica! " Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy Amy Father Dad dad dad, and s, and Dad, Amy, Dad.
"Alright." Mag nodded. Then, he lifted his foot that was stepping on the burly man's face.
It was as if a sledgehammer had smashed into his face, and his chubby face was completely deformed. The burly man, who weighed over 100 kilograms, was sent flying before crashing heavily into the bodies of Meg's underlings.
The sound of bones breaking erupted, and all five of them were knocked to the ground at the same time.
All of the underlings who had been clamoring to catch Meg and Amy just a moment ago were now unable to stand up. Many of their bones had been broken, and all of them were wailing in agony as they lay on the ground.
"Wow! Father is so strong!!! " Amy exclaimed as she clapped her little hands together. Ugly Duckling had finally regained some consciousness, but it looked up before falling back down again as if it had lost all interest.
"Amy's father is so strong." Jessica's eyes widened with concern, and the incredulity in her eyes quickly turned into admiration.
"So … so strong." Rebecca looked on as all of the burly men were knocked to the ground by Meg with a single kick, and her concern for Meg and Amy's safety was immediately alleviated. A hint of hope then welled up in her heart, and she looked up at the 2nd-tier knight badge on Warrick's chest, upon which her heart tightened again.
Warrick was a powerful 2nd-tier knight, and this was the reason why he was able to do as he pleased in this area. No one could oppose him, and powerful knights wouldn't live in a place like this. In fact, they would rarely even pass by this place.
The people standing in front of the black house not far away looked at the wailing underlings on the ground, and their expressions finally changed slightly. They turned to Meg with incredulity in their eyes. This was something that they had never seen before, and a hint of blood began to surge in their chests.
"Who are you?" Warrick released Jessica and gripped the longsword hanging from his waist with one hand. He took a couple of steps forward before turning to Mag with a grim expression for the first time.
Even though all of his underlings were ordinary people, the fact that he was able to cripple all of them with a single kick indicated that he was at least a 1st-tier knight.
Even though he was a 2nd-tier knight, he was far more powerful than Meg, but what he was concerned about wasn't Meg's power. Instead, he was concerned about his possible identity.
The people who lived here were merely family members of the deceased miners. After losing the pillar of their family, even living was a luxury for them, let alone resisting.
In this place, he could do whatever he wanted. He was the king.
However, Meg was clearly different. Judging from his attire, it was clear that he didn't belong here. Furthermore, his power indicated that he was most likely not an ordinary person. At the very least, he wouldn't be as easy to bully as these black rats.
"Scum like you doesn't deserve to know my name." Meg also stopped in his tracks before plucking off a branch from a nearby peach tree. He pointed at Warrick's 2nd-tier knight badge with a mocking expression as he said, "And you don't deserve to wear this badge either. What kind of knight are you? "
"Who do you think you are?! How dare you say that I'm not a knight?! " Warrick flared up with rage as he drew his longsword. Even though his knighthood had been revoked by the Knight Guild last year, he had never told anyone about this. As such, he was like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on by Meg.
His identity as a knight made him feel superior to others. This was also the reason why he always wore his knight badge on his chest every time he went out. This sense of vanity was almost morbid.
"I'm here to correct a knight's conduct." Meg's expression was very calm as he looked at Warrick with a cold expression.
"Are you challenging me?" Warrick chuckled coldly with a hint of disdain on his face.
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