Chapter 29

Sophia's voice wasn't loud, but in the private room, it was like a huge stone dropping into water, stirring up ripples of shock.

In an instant.

Everyone's eyes turned to her.

A trace of amusement flashed in Derek's eyes as he looked Sophia up and down. After seeing her perfect figure and delicate features, his eyes took on a sticky, lecherous gleam.

Bobby's expression, however, turned extremely ugly. He hadn't expected that at a time like this, someone would still dare to step forward and court trouble.

"What, you want to save her?"

Bobby said coldly.

Sophia's body trembled slightly under Bobby's gaze, but she still stubbornly straightened her back, her clear eyes showing no sign of backing down. "Let Kelly go. What you're doing is illegal."

"Illegal?"

David, hearing this, acted like he'd heard the biggest joke ever.

Looking at Sophia, he sneered, "Here, we ARE the law!"

"This is the first time I've seen such a brave lady," Derek suddenly spoke up.

Bobby immediately got the hint—he knew Derek had taken a liking to Sophia.

"David." Bobby gave his capable assistant a meaningful look.

David understood perfectly. With a sinister laugh, he led several men toward Sophia.

"What... what do you want?" Sophia's expression changed as she instinctively stepped back.

David and his men moved quickly, reaching Sophia in an instant. Just as David's hand was about to touch Sophia's shoulder—

A dull sound rang out without warning.

The next moment.

David, massive as a mountain, flew backward and crashed hard onto a table ten feet away. Instantly, fruit plates and drinks were scattered everywhere. David lay in the mess, his body twitching a few times before he passed out, a clear footprint visible on his chest.

"This..."

Everyone present was stunned.

The atmosphere turned deathly silent.

Bobby's expression also became sharp.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

A calm voice spoke.

Jack, who had been beside Sophia, was now standing.

He looked like just an ordinary young man, wearing simple casual clothes, hands in his pockets, face carrying a harmless, faint smile—completely unremarkable.

It was hard to imagine that such an inconspicuous guy could knock David out with one kick.

Nearby, Abby watched Jack kick David flying, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly in a mysterious smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her suspicions growing stronger.

Sophia's classmates were now staring wide-eyed at Jack in disbelief.

This "country bumpkin" they'd always looked down on and dismissed was actually this capable?

Even Eric looked up at Jack in shock.

"Jack..." Sophia turned her head, her eyes full of joy and trust.

Jack smiled gently at her, reaching out to pat her silky hair twice to comfort her. Then, calmly, he moved Sophia behind him. His back wasn't particularly broad, but at this moment, it gave Sophia an unprecedented sense of security.

"Her," Jack's voice was soft but carried undeniable authority, "you can't touch."

Glancing at the unconscious David, Bobby looked at Jack with dark eyes. "I didn't expect there'd be someone like you among this bunch of losers."

"But daring to touch my people on my turf—you're asking for death!"

Bobby was furious. David was his top enforcer, yet he'd just been taken down with one kick by this seemingly ordinary man. It was utterly humiliating.

And he'd just confidently promised to satisfy Derek, only to lose all face.

He absolutely couldn't let this go.

"All of you, get him! Take this guy down and bring that woman over!" Bobby shouted coldly.

Instantly.

The surrounding men closed in on Jack, raising their fists and swinging hard at him.

"Be careful!" Sophia called out worriedly.

However, Jack just stood in front of her, motionless, as if frozen in fear. But just as the fists of the front men were about to land on him, his figure became blurred.

Several dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously.

The thugs only felt their vision blur before sharp pain shot through their chests. Then, like kites with cut strings, they flew backward, each clutching their chest and wailing, unable to get up again.

After landing the first blow, Jack didn't stop. He moved like a tiger descending a mountain, unleashing a storm of attacks on the remaining men.

The sound of breaking bones rose and fell, making people's blood run cold.

Before long, all the thugs who had rushed forward were lying on the ground.

The entire private room fell into deathly silence once again.

Everyone stared at Jack wide-eyed, as if looking at a monster. From the moment he kicked David flying, they knew he could fight. But no one expected he could be this strong.

So many people, and he'd dealt with them so easily?

Was this guy even human?

Bobby's pupils contracted violently, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Looking at Jack standing before him with a smile, a chill shot from his feet straight to the top of his head.

Bobby had been one of Morgan's capable enforcers in his early years, specifically handling dirty work that couldn't see the light of day. As they say, amateurs focus on the spectacle while experts see the skill. The moment Jack made his move, Bobby knew he was no ordinary person. These were his elite men—even a professional fighting champion couldn't have taken them all down in such a short time.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Bobby's voice was dry and hoarse. He stared hard at Jack, his eyes full of unprecedented gravity and shock.

As the bar manager for the Sanchez family, Bobby had seen countless people. He himself had worked his way up from being a street thug, but he'd never seen such terrifying skills. It wasn't just the strength—Jack's grasp of speed and timing was perfect.

Someone like this couldn't possibly be unknown!

Jack ignored Bobby.

Instead, he said to Sophia, "It's getting late. Shall we go home?"

Sophia was startled, then nodded.

Jack immediately took Sophia's hand and walked toward the door as if no one else existed.

"Stop!"

Seeing this.

Bobby's expression became extremely twisted as he screamed hysterically.

"You have something else?" Jack looked at him and asked calmly, his voice peaceful, as if greeting an old friend.

Bobby was choked by this calm tone, unable to speak. His face turned iron-blue, veins bulging on his forehead. Pointing at Jack with a trembling finger, he said, "You... you think you can just leave? This is my turf! You beat up my people today and think you can walk away unscathed?"

The corners of Jack's mouth lifted slightly as he looked calmly at Bobby. "I want to leave. Can you stop me?"