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    Ralphy didn’t budge. “I’m staying right here. What are you gonna do about it?”


    “Last warning. Move, or we won’t y nice!”


    Ralphy met his re defiantly. “I’m not moving.”


    “You asked for it! Folks, get him!”


    Therge men rushed toward Ralphy. One swung a punch. Ralphy dodged and kicked him down. The rest followed—and dropped just as fast.


    At that moment, the leader of the fallen men arrived, ten hooligans trailing behind, their eyes sharp as daggers. “How dare you knock my men down!” he growled.


    With a flick of his wrist, the hooligans pulled out knives and charged.


    Outnumbered and with only his bare hands against their des, Ralphy started to feel the heat.


    The leader slipped behind Ralphy, ready to strike from the shadows. Dn noticed it, his demeanor frosty. He sprang forward andnded a crushing kick. The leader stumbled back.


    Then, Dn stepped beside Ralphy. He’d had a bit too much alcohol tonight. A tiny slip cost him—he took a sh to the arm, courtesy of the leader. His eyes darkened, steely and fierce. He grabbed the leader’s wrist, snatched the knife, and stabbed it deep into the leader’s thigh. The leader screamed and copsed on the floor.


    “Sir!” his crew cried out and scrambled to help him.


    “Retreat! Let’s get out of here!” he howled in pain.


    The group fled like their lives depended on it.


    All of a sudden, a soft voice asked, “Are you okay?”


    The girl from before stepped up, eyes full of worry. She gently touched Dn’s sleeve.


    A sh of disgust crossed Dn’s cold, unreadable gaze. Just as he moved to shake her hand off, a familiar voice rang out.


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    “What happened?”


    Christina studied the trio, her eyes finally settling on Dn. The way a girl clung to his sleeve did not escape her.


    In the next moment, Dn swiftly pulled his sleeve back and immediately stepped back, putting a noticeable gap between himself and the girl.


    Moments ago, hesitation had frozen Dn in ce. Otherwise, he would have yanked his sleeve back long ago. His hesitation stemmed from his memory of Ralphy’s so-called dating strategies—a little bit of jealousy might just do the trick. With the girl clutching his sleeve in Christina’s presence, he figured the perfect chance to test that theory seemed to havended in hisp. But once Christina’s eyes found him, nerves kicked in. Instinct took over and he recoiled, tugging his sleeve away without a second thought.


    Outwardly, Dn managed to keep up a poker face. Inside, though, anxiety twisted his stomach. Christina had already witnessed it. What if she took it the wrong way? Suppose she started thinking he was the flirting, reckless type? Would that be the end for him?


    “Heroes rescuing a damsel in distress, huh?” Davina asked, grinning as she looked from one face to another.


    Dn remarked coldly, “It was just Ralphy who yed the hero.”


    Ralphy almost jumped up in frustration upon hearing this. Both he and Dn had roughed thoserge men up. How could Dn dump all this on him? What injustice! Yet, despite his urgent desire to justify himself, words failed him. After all, he had indeed beaten those hooligans up, partly counting as the “hero,” given the situation.


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