Chapter 929

"Ah!" The fighter screamed miserably and covered his eyes as he

squatted down.

Another stone hit another fighter in his temple and he stopped in his

tracks immediately because of the shock.

There were still two fighters and it would be too late for Joyce to throw

any more stones. She would thus have to confront them.

Both fighters were professionally trained and make harsh and

unforgiving moves.

Although Joyce was agile, gradually she found it hard to dodge their

fists. In the end, she had to switch from attacking to defending.

When she had already had so much of a headache fighting the two

fighters, the other two fighters had also recovered and were ready to

join the fight.

Joyce frowned and gritted her teeth.

How could she possibly fight four men at the same time? And their fists

were about to land on her body the next moment...

Suddenly, a fighter was kicked off violently by someone.

The hand of the other fighter, which was already so close to Joyce, was

held firmly in place.

Immediately afterwards, with a “click”, the sound of a fractured wrist,

the fighter screamed in pain and fell to the side, twitching all over.

Joyce then noticed that at some point, Luther had come with Aaron.

It was Aaron who had kicked one of the fighters out of the way.

And it was Luther who broke the wrist of the other fighter.

Luther yanked Joyce behind him for protection as he bellowed at the

younger Mr. Walsh, “Stop it!"

He looked so serious at the moment and apparently would not take no

for an answer.

When the younger Mr. Walsh saw Luther, his heart retreated and he

shouted, "Get back here, all of you."

The four fighters retreated in disarray behind the younger Mr. Walsh.

"Mr. Warner, this is a personal matter between this woman and me, are

you sure you want to interfere in our business?" The younger Mr. Walsh

questioned unhappily.

"Mr. Walsh, what makes you think you know the truth about something

that the police haven't even figured out? Zora just came to the Capital,

and you think she's capable of killing your brother that way?" Luther

had reached the peak of his anger.

"If not her, who could that be?" the younger Mr. Walsh yelled at the top

of his lungs.

“If you want to touch her, you are my enemy. Should anything happen

to her, I will make you regret it! Go home now or you will be risking

everything you care about."

Luther narrowed his eyes and let out a harsh warning, and his eyes

were already lit up with fire.

The younger Mr. Walsh grunted in anger, but he could do nothing about

it.

If Luther did make a move, Blue Maple might face bankruptcy in

minutes.

By that time, certainly he could not get his brother back and he would

have lost all his money, so what would he even have left?

"Don't touch my woman! Otherwise, I'll make your life worse than

death!"

With a stern warning, Luther wrapped an arm around Joyce and turned

toward the reception office on the project site.

Before leaving, he got close to Aaron and whispered to his ear, "Take

good care of all of them. All of them."

Aaron nodded gently, “Yes, Mr. Warner."

Joyce was then dragged away by Luther, and she only vaguely heard

him say something like all of them?

All of them?

“Luther, what are you doing?" She looked at him in amazement.

He had a ruthlessness on his handsome face that he never had before.

How was he going to deal with those people then?

She knew Aaron, Luther's bodyguard, and he was so skilled that he

could fight four people with one hand.

She tried to look back, but Luther held her shoulders firmly in place, his

palms pinning her head from turning.

"Don't look back.”

He spoke coldly, almost gritting his teeth, "Teach them a lesson, that's

all.”