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Chapter 174 A Tyrant
Damien stifled a faint yawn. “You go ahead,” he remarked, his movements reflecting a hint of
drowsiness.
Blake nodded in response. The young man then raised his head, his demeanor exuding self-
assuredness as he assessed the men before him. “I can handle ten of you.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd. “Just you alone?” they taunted.
“A teenager like you?”
“He’s this skinny and thinks he can take on ten?”
“Tell
your parents to feed you more, kid. We won’t pick on you!”
Blake narrowed his eyes, grinning defiantly. “If you’ve got the guts, come at me.”
The young man’s icy aura, coupled with his provocative words, left everyone exchanging bewildered
glances.
Ultimately, the group surged forward, closing in on him.
Cherise observed Blake fighting for the first time, and his movements were so lightning- fast that she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstruggled to keep up with the action. In less than a couple of minutes, the group’s front line had all been
defeated.
“Weak,” Blake muttered. He shifted his gaze to the onlookers outside. “Who’s next?”
“No, no!” someone shouted, and the entire group hurriedly dispersed.
A minute later, the scene was reduced to Vivian helping her husband to his feet.
“Cherise Shaw, you’ll pay for this!” Vivian’s menacing words stung Cherise.
Blake is quite impressive, Cherise thought, still trying to fully recover from the shock.
Damien had always ensured that Blake accompanied her. Sometimes, he’d keep her company, while
most of the time, he would disappear quietly. She assumed he was a playful kid and had never paid
much attention to his absence.
But who would have imagined that Blake possessed such formidable combat skills?
“Sir,” Mr. Kolson hurriedly approached from a distance. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Damien responded with a faint smile, extending his hand to ruffle Cherise’s
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hair. “Still want some noodles?”
As if in answer, Cherise’s stomach growled. The choice was evident.
The man smiled faintly, rocked his wheelchair, cradled Cherise, and, with Mr. Kolson’s assistance, they
entered the restaurant.
The owner had been stationed at the entrance, observing the commotion. As this group entered his
establishment, he greeted them with genuine enthusiasm. “Wow! You are quite. impressive, young
man!”
The owner continued as he handed the menu to Cherise, “Vivian’s husband is a tyrant; I bet he never
expected to meet someone who would stand up to him.”
Cherise, a regular at this restaurant during high school, was well-acquainted with the
owner.
As Cherise ordered, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is that so?”
The owner sighed deeply, “Indeed.”
that
He continued, “Just recently, Vivian hosted a banquet for her pregnancy, and she insisted.
every household attend, not because she’s friendly, but because she wanted money and gifts from all
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His sigh left Cherise in contemplation. “Did you attend the banquet?”
The owner sighed once more, “I had no choice. If I didn’t go, there would be
consequences. You should stay away from town, as you’ve been doing. The world beyond. is much
more welcoming.”
The owner spoke despairingly, “I don’t know how long I can keep this little restaurant open.”
With that, he returned to the kitchen after taking their order.
Cherise watched the owner’s retreating figure, a pang of sadness welling up within her. Seeing the
once-cheerful owner so disheartened tugged at her heartstrings.
It was evident that Vivian and her husband were causing quite a commotion in town.
Damien furrowed his brow, seemingly aware of Cherise’s thoughts. “Do you want to help him?”
Cherise shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Everyone has to follow their own course in life.”
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Moreover, even if Damien wielded substantial influence in Suncrest, he couldn’t extend
his reach to this remote little town.
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