Chapter 228
Chapter 229
Julia was still there.
She hadn’t run with the others. Even though the restaurant had descended into chaos, she couldn’t bring herself to leave Marcus behind.
Her eyes remained fixed on him as the first robber stood several feet away, his expression filled with murderous intent.
Marcus glanced over his shoulder and noticed her.
“Julia, you should leave p>
Julia hesitated.
She didn’t want to go. But after seeing the gunshots and what Marcus had just done, she knew staying would only put her in greater danger. She finally nodded.
“Okay p>
She took a cautious step toward the exit.
The second robber, who had been watching the entire exchange, suddenly noticed something.
Julia was close to Marcus.
A wicked idea immediately crossed his mind.
If I take her hostage, that bastard won’t be able to fight freely.
His eyes flashed. Before Julia could react, he lunged toward her and grabbed her from behind.
“Got you p>
Julia screamed. “Marcus p>
The robber wrapped one arm tightly around her.
“Stay back!” he shouted. “Move one inch and I’ll p>
He didn’t finish.
Marcus disappeared.
A faint surge of energy flashed through his body as he activated the bead.
In the next instant, he crossed the distance between them so quickly that the robber didn’t even have time to react.
BAM!
Marcus’s fist slammed directly into the man’s chest.
The impact sent him flying backward.
He crashed violently into several chairs before hitting the wall. Julia stumbled forward, completely stunned.
She stared at Marcus in disbelief.
“How… how did you get here so fast p>
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Marcus didn’t answer immediately.
eyes remained fixed on the fallen robber.
“Go p>
“What about you p>
“I’m behind you p>
Julia hesitated again. Marcus pointed toward the exit.
“Just go p>
She looked at him for another moment, clearly reluctant to leave him alone. But she knew there was nothing she could do against people like these.
“Be careful p>
Then Julia turned and rushed toward the exit.
Marcus watched until she disappeared through the doorway.
Only then did he slowly turn back toward the two robbers. The first robber was already staring at him with
disbelief.
The first robber was already staring at him with disbelief. Then the disbelief twisted into a smirk.
“Wow,” he said, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “You’re a Cultivator too p>
Marcus didn’t move. He just looked at the two of them
“How can you be gifted with that kind of power,” he said, “and still choose this? Robbing people. Making them panic. Using it to scare the weak p>
Both robbers laughed.
The first one pointed at him with the barrel of his gun like it was a joke. “You think you have the right to lecture us p>
The second one spat on the floor. “You should be grateful I didn’t see that coming. I would have dealt with you properly p>
Marcus’s voice stayed even. “You still have time to run p>
They scoffed at the same time.
“You think you can fight us both?” the first robber said. “Uhn, You must be dead in the head. Even if you’re a Cultivator. nobody fights the two of us and walks out standing p>
Marcus sighed.
He looked around the ruined restaurant-overturned tables, broken glass, chairs scattered like the place had been hit by a storm. Then he raised one hand.
A thin wave of energy rolled out from his palm. The blinds along every window snapped down in the same second, heavy and tight, cutting the street from view. The last bit of outside light died. Only the restaurant’s own lamps remained, throwing long shadows across the floor.
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“Okay,” Marcus said. “What are you saying? Shall we see p>
The first robber’s grin stretched wider. “I swear you’ll be on your knees pleading after we deal with you p>
They moved together.
The first robber’s body lit with a dark red current. His speed jumped. He crossed the space in a blur and swung a reinforced fist at Marcus’s jaw. The second one split to the side, hands already forming a compressed air blade that whistled as it cut toward Marcus’s ribs.
Marcus stepped once.
That was all.
The fist passed through empty air. The blade scraped the floor instead of flesh. Marcus’s shoulder turned, and the first robber’s own momentum carried him into a table. Wood exploded.
The second robber cursed and launched himself forward, both hands now wrapped in the same dark energy. He threw a combination: knee, elbow, a spinning kick meant to take Marcus’s head off.
Marcus didn’t answer with a kick or a punch to the face.
He caught the knee on his forearm. Turned the elbow aside with two fingers. The spinning kick never landed. Marcus’s other hand closed around the man’s ankle in mid-air and slammed him down so hard the tiles cracked. The robber bounced once and tried to roll. Marcus was already there. A short burst from the bead flashed through his legs. He appeared behind the man, pressed two knuckles into the base of his neck, and the energy around the robber collapsed.
Both men tried to rise at the same time.
Marcus let them. The first one came with a wild haymaker. Marcus slipped it, drove a knee into the man’s stomach, then used the same motion to throw him into his partner. They crashed together. Before they could separate, Marcus raised both hands. Invisible pressure folded around their chests and pinned them against the far wall. Chairs and broken glass lifted an inch off the floor and then dropped again.
Neither robber landed a clean hit on his face. Not one.
Marcus walked forward until he stood in front of them. His breathing was still steady.
A thin line of blood ran from the first robber’s mouth. The second one’s eyes were wide now, the earlier smirk
gone.
He released the pressure just enough for them to slide down the wall and hit the floor. Then At that moment, was when Marcus started attacking them, and rushed the punches.
Within moment, the two were on the ground, writing in pain. Marcus looked at them and waited to see if they were stupid enough to get up again. 1
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.