Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1077: Chapter 1077: Never Seen Someone Beat Others So Ruthlessly Chapter 1077: Chapter 1077: Never Seen Someone Beat Others So Ruthlessly The man was merely emboldened by the crowd on Pedestrian Street, thinking the many onlookers would embolden him, never imagining that Baron Lawrence would actually take him up on his challenge.

He was completely stunned, and before he could react, his face, stomach, and legs were already pummeled by a barrage of fists like torrential rain.

“If you dare kill me, you’ll go to jail! The police are on their way! Just you wait!”

“Pretty boy, you fucking kill me then!”

“I’ve got a shitty life; I’m not fucking scared of… argh… not scared of you!”

He was tough-mouthed for less than five minutes before the scene began to change.

“You’re crazy… Murder is a crime… you’ll be shot!”

“Police officer, the police are about to arrive…”

“You… ah…”

Another five minutes passed, and all that was left of him were the sounds of crying for Dad and calling for Mom.

The remaining two men, seeing their companion’s sorry state, didn’t dare to speak, wishing they could curl up into a ball to completely hide themselves and avoid drawing the attention of the man who seemed to have gone mad with viciousness.

It was too terrifying.

They had seen people beat others badly, but never this badly.

When he got vicious, it was downright deadly!

The worst part was that the man looked like a pretty boy, but when he fought, his moves were so precise and ruthless, each blow landing in the most painful spots.

The three of them couldn’t even withstand five minutes against one man, even when he hadn’t been riled up. Now, in this provoked state, they…

Two of them had sustained lighter injuries because Baron Lawrence was in a hurry to save Enna Clark. Each had only taken one punch, and now their half-numb faces didn’t hurt as much.

Without a second thought for their boss who was still getting beaten, they scrambled on all fours towards the crowd…

The crowd stirred, completely unfazed by the assault, as the man’s face remained icy, his eyes burning with rage, punching punch after punch, flesh under every fist, clearly intent on beating the man to death.

The man’s cries of agony were almost powerless, but due to his pride, he refused to beg for mercy in front of so many people.

Just when he was about to roll his eyes back in his head, Enna Clark picked up a shard of beer bottle from the ground and yelled, “Baron Lawrence, stop it! If you keep hitting him, I’ll cut my own arm!”

Cut?

The man completely absorbed in his own world could only hear her voice. When he heard her mention cutting, his brow furrowed slightly, and his punching fists halted.

Enna breathed a sigh of relief, still clutching the piece of beer bottle, “Stop hitting him, you really will kill someone if you continue. Can you let him go please?”

She was neither a saint nor a Maria. These people deserved a beating for their foul mouths and sneaky attacks, but as much as they deserved a beating, they couldn’t be beaten to death, right?

Just like the man had been yelling, with so many onlookers, what would they do if Baron Lawrence really killed someone?

So many eyes, so many mouths, they couldn’t possibly all be silenced, could they?

But Enna had no idea how to stop the out-of-control Baron. She had already begged him to stop, yet he continued until the man was half-dead. She didn’t know whether he was unconscious or dead now. In her desperation, she could only think of this!

Enna’s clear eyes were full of worry as she looked at him, “Baron Lawrence, please stop. Let him go.”

Finally, a shred of sanity returned to the one who had lost control. In an instant, he saw the sharp piece of glass in her hand and her pale arm raised in the air.