93: Chapter 93 Essence 93: Chapter 93 Essence Emily Jenkins smashed the bottle with such force that the sound of the collision with the coffee table and the shattering glass instantly echoed through the private room.

In her hand remained only half a beer bottle.

The flying shards of glass cut her hands, and blood began to stream out immediately.

But Emily didn’t seem to notice the pain.

She brandished the jagged half-bottle at Brian Johnson, ferociously shouting, “Come on then, if you have the guts, come at me!”

No one in the hall had expected Emily to become so terrifying when provoked.

Two flight attendants screamed and quickly fled, while Brian Johnson and two other men, facing the dagger-like shards of glass in Emily’s hand, looked at each other, hesitating.

Even if they had twice the courage, they wouldn’t dare to confront Emily now.

Brian Johnson’s face turned extremely ugly.

Flirting with women was no big deal for him, but it seemed if he continued, Emily was ready to fight to the death.

Up against someone as desperate as Emily, it seemed they had no choice but to back down.

“What’s the matter, scared?

If you’re a man, come at me!” Emily, waving the bottle, splattering blood everywhere, added a gruesomeness to the already tense atmosphere.

“OK!

Don’t be rash, I’ll let you go!” Brian Johnson raised his hands and slowly backed towards the door.

He too was afraid that Emily, crazed, might charge at him.

He was not sure he could disarm her without getting hurt.

“Open the door!” Brian Johnson shouted loudly.

The door to the private room flew open, and two bodyguards swiftly entered, quickly positioning themselves in front of Brian Johnson.

“Catch her,” Brian Johnson commanded, directing the bodyguards to Emily as soon as they arrived.

The two bodyguards advanced on Emily.

Both were skilled, as their occupation demanded, and might have hesitated against a man with a dagger, but they didn’t consider a girl like Emily a threat at all.

Seeing the men approach, Emily panicked even more, wildly waving the bottle and screaming, “Don’t come any closer!

Don’t come near me, or I swear I’ll fight you!”

Despite her threats, the bodyguards continued to approach.

Emily could only step back until she was cornered against the wall with nowhere to hide.

Gritting her teeth and eyes bloodshot, she lunged at one of the bodyguards.

Unfortunately, her hesitation was clear; her goal was to intimidate, not to attack.

So her movements were slow and lacked force.

The bodyguard easily grabbed Emily’s wrist and wrested away the half-bottle she held.

“Help!

Somebody help me!” Without a weapon, Emily reverted to wailing desperately for help.

But by then, Brian Johnson had casually closed the door, which was soundproof.

Even if someone inside were singing at the top of their lungs, it would hardly affect the outside audience, let alone Emily’s screams.

“You really are something, the more I see you, the more I like you,” Brian Johnson laughed heartily, his sense of control returned as he approached Emily, reaching out toward her face.

“Aaah!” But before his hand could reach her face, Brian Johnson suddenly screamed, bending over and clutching his groin, his face twisted in agony.

Emily seized the opportunity to sprint towards the door, having just unleashed an “Anti-Wolf Technique” kick between Brian Johnson’s legs in a moment of panic, offering her another chance to escape.

“Catch her!” Brian Johnson squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

The bodyguards immediately rushed to comply, and just as Emily pulled the door open, one of them grabbed her hair, eliciting a cry of pain from Emily as she stumbled backward, but she managed to open the door.

At that moment, a figure appeared in her sight, and she cried out, “Big Brother Brown!” Then she forcefully stepped on the foot of the bodyguard holding her.

Still in her high heels, the thin heel inflicted no small amount of pain, causing the man to instinctively let go of Emily’s hair.

Emily then lunged towards the door, but alas, the other bodyguard was already a step ahead, blocking her path.

That person was none other than James Brown.

Although he rushed over as quickly as possible, he had been delayed on the way, and by the time he arrived, things had escalated to this point.

James had just seen the bodyguards grab Emily and charged at them.

With a shoulder barge, he knocked the bodyguard at the door aside and reached for Emily’s hand, only to feel a warm, sticky substance—he knew without looking that it was blood.

“Big Brother Brown, you finally made it,” Emily said, feeling weak all over as she leaned on James.

The events had drained nearly all her strength.

James Brown steadied Emily and surveyed the people in the room, speaking calmly, “Don’t be afraid.

Did they bully you?”

Leaning on James for support, Emily felt emboldened and turned angrily, “Yes, they bullied me, especially that Mr.

Johnson.

He even tried to assault me.”

James fixed a cold stare on Brian, who felt a chill run down his spine.

Brian was used to getting his way with women when they were alone with him, but this was like abducting them against their will.

No matter how tough he was, he wouldn’t dare do such a thing with family around.

With an annoyed snort, he said, “Look, I didn’t actually do anything to you, right?

You kicked me, so let’s call it even.”

The two flight attendants quickly chimed in, “Emily, let’s just go, quickly.”

Emily Jenkins had finally come to her senses at this point, and tugged at James Brown, saying, “Big Brother Brown, let’s go.”

“Are we just leaving like that?” James Brown turned his head to look at Emily Jenkins.

Although Emily Jenkins was not willing to back down inside, she knew that Brian Johnson was not someone to be trifled with, and James Brown wasn’t exactly a significant figure either.

She nodded slightly and whispered, “Big Brother Brown, let’s just drop it.

I’m not really hurt.”

James Brown took Emily Jenkins’s hand and said, “You call this ‘not really hurt’?”

It was only then that Emily Jenkins saw the blood all over her hands, and she cried out in alarm.

Her face went white, and she began to feel the pain.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

“Kid, who are you to her?” Brian Johnson, sensing that James Brown was unwilling to let things go, asked with a frown.

James Brown had not spoken yet when Lucy Campbell, who had followed behind, jumped in saying, “We’re her neighbors.”

James Brown was immediately at a loss for words.

He had intended to say that he was Emily Jenkins’s brother, which would have given him a legitimate reason to step in, but Lucy Campbell had just blurted out the truth, effectively making his situation more troublesome.

He turned to look at Lucy Campbell, who winked at him.

This left James Brown speechless.

The girl was doing this on purpose, which meant she was deliberately causing trouble.

Could it be that beneath the glow of SSUP Country’s number one beauty, known for her beauty and intelligence, lurked the heart of a little witch?

However, no one in the room reacted to this at the moment.

Their gazes were fixed on Lucy Campbell.

The moment Lucy Campbell showed up, she was dazzling, and even though Brian Johnson and his few men had seen plenty of beauties, someone like Lucy Campbell still left them dumbstruck.

Lucy Campbell glared and shouted, “What are you looking at, you villains?

You’re way too arrogant.

James, we absolutely can’t let them off.

Give them a good lesson.”

Even though Lucy Campbell looked fierce, it didn’t affect her beauty in the slightest; if anything, it added to her allure.

Brian Johnson had been kicked by Emily Jenkins and was in a lot of pain, but upon seeing Lucy Campbell, he forgot all about it, almost drooling as his lecherous gaze fixed on her, “Beauty, my name is Brian Johnson.

I’m fortunate to meet a beauty like you today—would you like to have a drink with me?”

Lucy Campbell snorted and pointed at James Brown, “If you can beat him, it’s not just a drink I’ll accompany you for, but otherwise too.”

James Brown felt even more exasperated, now convinced that Lucy Campbell was indeed a troublemaking witch.

Brian Johnson immediately turned his attention to James Brown.

He felt that, although James Brown was tall, he didn’t appear very strong, especially compared to his two bodyguards, and he laughed heartily, “Is what the beauty said true?”

“Of course it’s true, but if you can’t beat him, then you can’t blame me for not agreeing,” she responded.

“Alright!” Brian Johnson pointed at James Brown, “Then I’ll have my bodyguards entertain him.” He deliberately mentioned his bodyguards, evidently to raise his own status.

Lucy Campbell pouted, “One person isn’t enough.

I think all five of you should go at once.

I love watching group fights; it’s no fun when there aren’t enough people.”

“Ha ha… Since the beauty has such a request, how could I not satisfy it,” Brian Johnson laughed loudly, and he was already approaching James Brown, with his two companions eager to show off in front of Lucy Campbell, also stepping up to James Brown.

James Brown knew that a fight was unavoidable at this point, and seeing how these people had treated Emily Jenkins, he had the urge to teach them a lesson.

He patted Emily Jenkins on the shoulder.

Emily Jenkins was taken aback and quickly grabbed James Brown’s arm, urgently saying, “Big Brother Brown, don’t fight with them.

Let’s just leave.”

James Brown chuckled, “It’s fine, watch Big Brother Brown vent your anger.” Then he confidently walked into the middle of the five men.

“James Brown, go for it!” Lucy Campbell shouted loudly.

James Brown turned and glared at her.

Others may not know his capabilities, but she certainly did.

With people like these, let alone five, even fifty would be easy for James Brown to handle.

Yet, here she was, looking excited and thrilled, really making him wonder what she was thinking.

Brian Johnson and his men, however, couldn’t understand why Lucy Campbell was acting this way.

They thought Lucy Campbell held a grudge against James Brown and was using them to get even with him—now they were thinking about how to put on a good show by giving James Brown a sound thrashing.

As Emily Jenkins watched this unfold, her heart raced uncontrollably—she was truly worried.

She had only hoped that James Brown would come to help her out of a tough situation, not to fight with them, but now it was too late to stop things; there was no way the other party would let James Brown off the hook.

And all of this was evidently Lucy Campbell’s doing, making Emily Jenkins look at her with some annoyance.