CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 50: I WIN! [TWO-IN-ONE, PLEASE FOLLOW!]

"The BOSS is in danger!" Scarface shouted to the sky.

His powerful roar was intimidating, stopping the thugs approaching him in their tracks.

In the alley, the Lion Group members still locked in combat flinched, their expressions varied.

"Get out of the way, I don’t have time to mess around with you brats!"

A Lion shouted, muscles bulging, lifting a few young thugs and charged into the crowd.

Like a heavy tank rolling through, the dense crowd was instantly scattered, a path forcibly torn open.

The Lions all rushed toward the opening, not intending to continue their entanglement with these kids.

"Don’t let them get away!"

Someone among the thugs yelled.

The roar of engines thundered like an explosion!

Blinding lights shone from the alley entrance, as two young figures sat on heavily modified motorcycles, lifting the front high, black smoke spewing from the exhaust, the engines howling like battle horses, rampaging through the alley!

"Damn, these brats have a death wish!"

A Lion Group member narrowly dodged the motorcycle’s charge, but two chains whistled through the air, looping around his forearm and neck.

"Woohoo! Let’s take you for a spin!!"

The thug’s eyes were filled with excitement, clutching the chains he had thrown, the strange paint on his face flowing like scalding blood!

They cranked the bikes to full power, the modified motorcycles sped off, dragging the Lion down to the ground, crashing wildly through the alley, hauling his burly body off into the distance.

Seeing this, the surrounding thugs erupted in cheers and applause.

"Qiao Si!!" A Lion roared, eyes blazing with rage. "Damn it, this is too much! Teach these damn brats a lesson!"

"What Lion Group, they’re nothing special, brothers, let’s take them down in one go!!" The leading youth excitedly swung his chain, shouting loudly.

The crowd surged forward again.

In the chaotic scene, Scarface’s eyes darkened, knocking down nearby thugs with a few punches.

Just as he reached into his jacket for a gun, his gaze suddenly fixed on a figure in a hooded sweatshirt among the thugs, hands in her pockets, face buried in shadow, slowly approaching them.

With just one glance, Scarface sensed the dangerous aura emanating from her.

The girl slowly lifted her face, strands of golden hair framing an indifferent gaze.

This person...

Scarface remembered her from the Fresh Meat Restaurant.

She should have had a white-haired little girl with her.

Did she orchestrate tonight’s attack on them?

Suddenly, the girl pulled a black stick-like object from her pocket and charged quickly towards Scarface.

ZZZT—

Arcs of electricity danced and flickered along the object’s surface!

Scarface’s eyes widened.

Was her target the boy behind him?

The Substitute rushed forward, and Scarface instinctively shielded the boy with his arm, only for the Substitute to smile coldly and slam the Electric Shock Stick down hard on Scarface’s arm.

A wave of intense pain and muscle convulsion hit.

His target was himself!

Scarface shouted, trying to grab the Substitute’s shoulder, but the numbness from the shock made his actions easily dodged.

The Substitute raised the Electric Shock Stick high and then slammed it down hard again, this time onto Scarface’s thigh.

This girl’s close combat skills were strong.

Her movements were agile, clean, and efficient, leagues above those of the thugs!

Just from this exchange, Scarface made his judgment.

Half of Scarface’s body was paralyzed under the strong current, clumsily kneeling on one leg, cold sweat continuously seeping from his forehead.

The boy was terrified by the scene, curling up in a corner, at a loss for what to do.

"Run!"

Scarface bellowed, struggling to his feet, arms protecting himself as he charged toward the Substitute.

The Substitute couldn’t dodge in time, slamming into the wall with a dull thud.

Before those strong iron wrists could seize her, she dodged by bending down, firmly gripping the Electric Shock Stick, reaching for the boy.

"Ah!"

Terrified, the boy’s legs turned to jelly, trembling on the ground.

"Don’t, don’t come near!"

He fell and got up, his legs as unsteady as a deer’s, finally standing after several attempts and pounding outside without looking back.

The deer’s legs ran swiftly, the boy stumbling and dodging one grab after another, surprisingly breaking out of the encircling thugs in the alley.

Seeing the boy eventually disappear from sight, the Substitute clicked her tongue.

"What the hell are you trying to do!" Scarface growled lowly.

"Completing the mission." The Substitute replied.

The next moment, both got up simultaneously, eyes ablaze.

The girl deftly dodged the Lion’s multi-strike attacks, never taking the initiative to attack, only whipping out the Electric Shock Stick onto their hands each time they reached into their jackets.

Scarface confirmed, she aimed to trap him in this alley!

The Lion Group had rules; to prevent accidents, members weren’t allowed to carry guns during daily outings, only a few like him could carry guns.

So the girl had been focused on him the whole time.

The thugs were nothing but a bunch of snot-nosed kids, terrified at the sound of gunfire.

This stifling feeling irritated Scarface deep down.

Whether it was the girl or those thugs, in front of them, they were as insignificant as ants in the eyes of an elephant, ready to be crushed with a bit of force.