Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 512
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 512
Dillon was a hero who died for his country, but someone stole the money that
rightfully belonged to his family and caused them so much pain as well!
Life is so unfair!
Emmanuelâs blood was boiling. He was itching to unearth those who did this!
And then, Iâll kill them all!
Just then, a cocky voice began hollering from the top of the lane.
âPay up your protection fees! Hurry up!â
âWhat? You donât have enough? Again? Are you trying to test me? Iâll break
your leg!â
Emmanuel heard the ruckus and turned around. His aura became even more
murderous.
The local hooligans were openly collecting protection fees from the people
living on Eastern Star Mountain, and those who couldnât pay up were
physically assaulted. He didnât think such things still happened in this day and
age..
He could no longer keep a lid on his rage anymore. To think that Blockheadâs
parents have been living in such dire straits all this time!
âPlease, sir. Could you please go easy on us?â
A middleâaged couple in the house opposite the Hedge familyâs place heard
the voices and came out to plead with them.
However, after another round of brutish threats, they meekly paid up anyway.
When the neighboring middleâaged couple saw the local hooligans heading
toward the Hedge familyâs house, they pleaded on their behalf, âCanât you
have a little compassion? Frank and his wife donât even have money for food!
Take pity on them!â
A glimmer of gratitude emerged in Marthaâs sorrowful eyes when she saw
that her neighbors still dared to plead with the hooligans on their behalf.
Unfortunately, the local hooligans had no such thing as compassion. They
kicked the middleâaged couple away.
âF*ck off!â
Then, they kicked the Hedge familyâs door down and it fell directly on the
rotting vegetables that the couple just washed.
âAhh! The vegetables!â
Frankâs heart ached. He had gone to great lengths to gather them, and
without them, the couple would have to go hungry.
âHahaha. What makes you think you can eat anything if you donât pay the
protection fee, huh? In your dreams!â
The local hooligans ignored Emmanuel and Eve as they hollered at Frank and
Martha.
âPlease⦠we donât have any money! Thereâs not a single scrap of money left!â
Frank was in despair.
âNo money, huh? Well since you donât have any money, you might as well
die!â
The curlyâhaired leader of the hooligans grabbed Frank by the collar and
raised his fist..
The middleâaged couple watched from afar, but they couldnât be of any help.
They were certain that Frank and Martha wouldnât be living past this day.
However, the punch didnât land on Frankâs body.
An expressionless Emmanuel had caught the curlyâhaired manâs wrist.
Even though the curlyâhaired man tried to yank his hand away as hard as he
could, it didnât budge at all.
Heâs so strong!
The curlyâhaired man was shocked at first, but he started threatening at the
top of his lungs, âWho are you, punk? How dare you lay your hand on me?
Donât you know who I am?â
Emmanuel couldnât be bothered to respond with anything but his fist that
came crashing down on the hooligan.
The curlyâhaired manâs face caved in as he spat out blood!
Emmanuel let go of the manâs wrist.
The curlyâhaired man fell to the ground with a thud. He had lost
consciousness and lay there unmoving.
âWhat the hell? Whoâs that guy?â
âHe killed someone with a single punch! Itâs the devil!â
The local hooligans were so terrified that they scrambled off at once. They
didnât even bother to take their unconscious friend with them.
However, the middleâaged couple across the street didnât seem excited at
all. Instead, they had looks of dread and despair.
âYou two need to hurry up and leave! Flee now!â Martha hurriedly advised.
Frank was even more panicked. âThatâs right, or else, youâll be in trouble once
they come back with everyone! Especially you, miss. Youâre such a pretty
woman and theyâre all monsters!â
Eve wanted to laugh.