Chapter 6

When I arrived, the situation was already bad. Asher was surrounded by several thugs at the end of the alley, unable to move.

"Well, well, Caldwell's young master isn't playing the big shot today, huh? Too much of a mute to even beg for mercy?"

"Nonsense, being mute is easier, saves him from running back to complain and cause trouble."

"Damn, this kid still has a stubborn look in his eyes!"

The guy who looked like the leader, a high schooler named Mike, sneered and spat on the ground.

Then he pulled out a utility knife and directly gestured it towards Asher's face!

My heart plummeted. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a baseball bat lying nearby.

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and charged out, shouting as I ran:

"The police will be here any second! I've already called them!"

I swung the bat wildly, my movements pure instinct.

Luckily, I hadn't slacked off in physical education classes recently, so my stamina held up.

They hadn't expected me to suddenly appear, and hearing that I'd called the police, they immediately panicked, scattering and hiding.

"Damn it! This kid has serious luck!"

After a few curses, they turned and ran, their footsteps hurried and chaotic.

Once they were gone, I immediately rushed to Asher's side.

He had a bloody cut on his face, not too deep.

But his arms and legs were black and blue, clearly having taken a beating.

"Brother, hang in there, I'll take you home!"

I helped him up, ready to leave. Suddenly, a powerful force hit me from behind – I was brutally kicked to the ground!

"Hey, Mike, I told you this little punk was bluffing! Called the police? Don't make me laugh!"

"So young and already learned to lie, what a piece of trash!"

"A mute loser and a lying cheat, perfect together! Haha!"

Mike was furious, kicking my back repeatedly. I curled up, my head tucked in, but my gaze met Asher's eyes, wide with horror.

My lips trembled, but I still managed a weak smile and whispered:

"Brother, don't be scared."

Asher's whole body jolted. He stared fixedly at me, and I stood in front of him, not retreating a single step.

The punches and kicks from behind grew fiercer.

Just then—

Asher, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pounced like a madman.

He bit down hard on the closest guy's hand, his teeth sinking into the flesh, not letting go!

That ferocity stunned the thugs, freezing them for a few seconds.

But being outnumbered and weaker, he was quickly pinned to the ground.

Punches rained down on his head and chest, and someone even pulled out an iron bar…

Could it be…

Could we truly not escape this calamity?

In my blurring consciousness, I heard voices and footsteps from the alley entrance.

Was it the driver…? I desperately forced my eyelids open, trying to look that way.

In my field of vision, a pair of clean white sneakers slowly appeared…