"Sir, should I go help?" Morton Grant asked quietly from the driver's seat.
Sean Quinn snapped out of his daze. Without a word, he got out of the car and rushed forward. Seeing someone grab a club and prepare to bring it down on Stella Lockwood's head, he lunged, seizing the man's wrist and snatching the club away. Then, with a single swing, he sent the man flying.
'Damn it. They dare to hit my girl? They must be tired of living.'
His eyes turned incredibly vicious and cold, like an enraged wolf, giving off a chilling glint in the darkness of the night.
Stella Lockwood sensed a commotion behind her. When she turned, she witnessed the incredibly cool scene. Startled at first, she then cried out in delight, "What are you doing here?" Seeing him send another man flying with a punch, she suddenly remembered his injury and quickly grabbed onto him. "Hey, you can't fight... Your wound will reopen..."
