<b>Chapter </b><b>173 </b>
“Since I have made my move, I have already considered the consequences. If you want <i>to </i>stop me, you will have to. kill me first. And I am not someone who goes down easily–if you want a fight, then bring it on,” Josh replied, hismanding presence sending chills down my spine.
But his words sounded oddly familiar. Earlier today, Bryson had said something simr–or rather, he had repeated what his boss had said.
My gaze instinctively fell on Josh’s face, but based on what I knew about him, there was no way he had any
connection to that boss.
“Oh? Acting tough, are we?” The bald leader sneered. “Let us see if you can handle the price of being tough.”
He cracked his neck, producing a sharp series of pops, then barked, “Smash it all!”
Immediately, his men began wrecking the amusement park. Josh did not move, and I understood why.
He was not afraid. He just knew that if these men vandalized the amusement park, they would be crossing Alvin’s
territory, which would change everything.
Just then, the park’s security guards rushed in. They might have ignored threats against Josh, but the amusement
park itself was off–limits. Their job was to protect the park.
Although the troublemakers were strong, they were outnumbered. In no time, the security guards had them
subdued.
But these men were no pushovers. They would not havee to cause trouble if they were not capable.
Suddenly, the bald leader grabbed the head of security and pressed a knife to his throat. He snarled, “Let him go,
or I will slit his throat right here!”
I had not expected the situation to escte like this. I quickly signaled the security guards to let the thugs go for
now.
They released their grip, but the bald man did not let his hostage go. Instead, he turned to Josh and demanded, “I
know you are tough, but I enjoy breaking tough guys. Get on your knees and kowtow to me three times, and I will let him go. Otherwise, I will spill his blood.”
“You cannot just hurt people like this!” I eximed as I could not hold back any longer.
The bald man nced at me and sneered, “Oh? Where did this beautye from? Since you care so much, why note into my arms? I promise I will not hurt you–or him.”
The saying “thugs and scoundrels” had never been more urate.
He started dragging his hostage toward me, clearly intending to involve me whether I agreed or not.
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thad already made up my mind–if he came near, I would not hold back.
But just as he got closer, before I could act, Josh moved in a sh. In the next second, I saw him swing his long leg, and with a pained scream, the bald man flew backward.
With a loud thud, he hit the ground, his head bouncing twice on impact.
As the saying goes, “Thick flesh creates great sticity!”
That saying had never been more fitting.
The other thugs froze for a moment before rushing forward, shouting, “Freddie!”
Freddie, who had been acting tough, suddenly turned into a coward.
Seeing their leader in such a state, the remaining men immediately tried to attack Josh. However, before they could make a move, Josh barked, “Get lost!” His voice was sharp andmanding.
The men stopped in their tracks as if they had been petrified.
A momentter, they helped their bleeding leader to his feet and hurried away. I nced at the amusement park, now inplete disarray from the fight, then turned to Josh and asked, “What exactly is going on?”
“My father’s car ident–they are trying to stop me from investigating it,” Josh replied without hiding the truth from me.
I was stunned. If that was the case, then it meant his father’s ident was indeed suspicious.
Instinctively, I asked, “Have you found anything?”
Josh remained silent. It was only then that I realized I had been avoiding him recently, barely even seeing him. My sudden questioning must have seemed abrupt.
I let out an awkward chuckle and said, “Never mind, I…”
Before I could finish my sentence, someone called out, “Mr. Dolton!”
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AD