Chapter 162: She Is Not Someone You Can Pursue!
Sophia's eyes were alert. "What happened?"
But Logan didn't answer her. He waved his hand, and the people surrounding them immediately rushed forward, their machetes slashing directly at them, bloody like a gang fight in the movies.
The Johnson family's bodyguards immediately engaged them. Although barehanded, their skills were clearly better than these people. In just a few moves, they seized the machetes from their hands. The two forces clashed fiercely, completely at odds with each other.
Sophia's gaze remained fixed on Logan across from her. From the first moment she saw him, she felt he was dangerous.
And the facts proved this to be true.
What surged in Logan's eyes was the ruthlessness of someone who had clawed their way up from the bottom through killing. There was no respect for life whatsoever, only indifference and numbness.
As if his life had never received any warmth.
Everything changed starting from that phone call he answered. Logan looked at Sophia and Joe as if looking at dead people.
The bodyguards Joe brought into the country could each take on a dozen men. Although Logan himself was skilled, his men weren't. Before long, his people were beaten down by Sophia's men.
Joe caught the fist Logan threw at him and kicked hard into his abdomen. Seeing their boss at a disadvantage, the surrounding subordinates picked up the machetes that had fallen to the ground and rushed over.
Joe's adoptive father was absolutely the king of mercenaries abroad, and his training from childhood had been top-tier brutal.
Compared to his skills, Logan's punches seemed completely unrefined, but they were solid and powerful, each one carrying fierce momentum.
Among those present, except for Joe, who could match him, the other bodyguards couldn't gain any advantage against him.
In the end, the two forces balanced each other out, leaving only Joe and Logan still fighting.
Time passed minute by minute. Both men, evenly matched in strength, were injured.
"Monkey."
As Sophia's voice fell, Joe pulled back his fist that was swinging toward Logan's temple and quickly retreated.
If not for his agility, Logan's fist would have probably broken his ribs by now, instead of just grazing past his clothes.
Joe restrained his momentum and returned to Sophia's side, wiping the blood from his face, standing and looking at Logan who was even more disheveled than him.
Sophia was about to walk forward when Joe quickly stopped her, saying, "Sophia, be careful. He's like a mad dog; he could easily hurt you."
Logan's current state was like a mad dog, a mad dog without a leash. He licked the blood at the corner of his mouth from Joe's punch, his eyes crazed, wanting nothing more than to kill Sophia and them.
Sophia calmed Joe's emotions, "It's okay."
She slowly walked up to Logan, looking at him with steady emotions, "We've fought, blood's been spilled. Can you talk now?"
During the fight between the two men, she had been leaning against the car door, studying Logan's attacking moves against Joe while also thinking about what could have triggered Logan's emotions so strongly and thoroughly.
The only explanation was Logan's brother.
The instant her words fell, Logan's hand shot out, grabbing forcefully at Sophia's neck. As she nimbly leaned back to avoid him, she gathered all her strength and kicked hard at his stomach.
Just as Logan's hand grabbed her ankle, Sophia flipped smoothly, her other leg wrapping around his neck while she pulled out the hairpin with green jade from her head and stabbed fiercely toward his eyeball.
The sharp tip of the hairpin stopped just a tiny bit away from Logan's eyeball. If Sophia's hand trembled even slightly, his eye would be gone.
Without the hairpin removed, Sophia's long hair fell loosely down. Many strands were blown by the wind across Logan's eyes, and several long hairs were caught by his eyelashes, tangling together.
Her voice was crisp, "Logan, do you yield?"
Sophia had one leg grabbed by Logan, her whole body sitting on his shoulders. When Logan blinked, he would even brush against the sharp part of the hairpin, but even so, he still didn't give up.
He pulled at the corner of his mouth in a contemptuous smile, disregarding the danger of the hairpin piercing his eyeball, forcefully grabbing at Sophia behind him, his body also falling backward, trying to knock her unconscious on the ground through this method.
Fortunately, Sophia was agile enough, and her body's flexibility was excellent enough. Flip, knee strike, stab with the hairpin—the movements were smooth and seamless.
"BOSS!" "BOSS!" "BOSS!"
Accompanied by the continuous cries of alarm from his subordinates, Logan let out a suppressed, muffled groan, his whole body falling to the ground.
Sophia was overwhelmingly on top of him, her knee pressing against his Adam's apple, the pressure making it difficult for him to breathe.
And what pained him most was the hairpin stabbed into his chest!
Accompanying Sophia's calm and decisive series of movements, the hairpin had pierced straight into his chest.
"Logan, if you don't give up, you'll always have to suffer."
During her four years at university, Sophia studied medical experimental research. While interested in medicine, she also possessed extremely high and strong talent, becoming the final and most important disciple of the country's top medical expert.
Regarding the study and mastery of the human body, Sophia was even better than her senior classmates.
The hairpin in her hand—if it had deviated even slightly just now, Logan would have had no way to walk out of this mountain road alive today.
The subordinates wanted to rush up to save Logan, but they saw that, despite his breathing difficulties, he was actually smiling at the woman on top of him.
Sophia didn't spend any effort exploring the meaning behind Logan's smile, but slowly got up and released the force restraining Logan.
Logan coughed twice.
"You can cough harder. Once the hairpin pierces your heart, you won't need to cough anymore."
But Logan wasn't afraid at all of the consequences in her words, and wasn't in a hurry to get up. He just lay on the ground looking at the blue sky and white clouds overhead, the smile at the corner of his mouth continuously widening, his eyes crazed.
"Sophia, you'd better have nothing to do with my brother's death, or else even if I become a ghost, I'll never let you go!"
Hearing this, Sophia mocked, "You can't beat me as a human, and becoming a ghost will improve your odds?"
Sometimes, she really wished women had even a fraction of the baseless confidence men seemed to possess.
"If you really want to be a good brother, go properly investigate who killed your brother. Don't be like a mad dog biting whoever you catch."
"If you bite the wrong person, your teeth will be pulled out."
Sophia looked down at the man on the ground who wasn't moving. His gaze was locked intensely on her face.
Logan felt that Sophia, looking down on him at this moment, was dazzling.
Like the sun above her head, brilliant and radiant. While he found it blinding, he wanted even more to pull her down from the sky, take her back, hide her in his bed, and have her give him a dozen kids just as bright as she was!
Sophia got in the car.
The bodyguards also got into the cars in front and behind.
Only Joe, step by step, walked toward Logan.
The subordinates immediately surrounded Logan's position in a protective circle, raising their machetes to warn Joe not to come closer.
Joe's face showed none of the calm he had in front of Sophia. His eyes were sinister, his gaze dark, and the words he spoke carried a heavy threat.
"Logan, she's not a woman you can pursue!"