Chapter 11 Striking In Anger

• As soon as Juliette left the municipal police station, a few thugs, who had waited by the door for a while, stopped her.
• “You little b*tch, let's see where you can run off to today!” Francis stood in front of a crowd of petty thugs, sneering coldly at Juliette.
• “I've told you I'll pay you back when I have the money! Don't you dare touch me!” Juliette was no longer afraid at that point. Perhaps the apathy of the crowd before had left her feeling utterly desolate.
• “You have no say in this!” Francis sneered, waving his hand dismissively. “Take her away!” he commanded.
• “I want to see who dares!” Suddenly, a small knife appeared in Juliette's hand. She placed the knife against her neck, the sharp blade even nicking her delicate throat.
• “If you dare lay a hand on me today, I'll die right here on the spot!” Juliette threatened coldly.
• Upon witnessing the scene, Francis suddenly burst out laughing.
• “Hahaha, no one in Strico has ever dared to threaten me!” Francis's expression suddenly turned grim, saying, “If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll step in to help you!”
• Upon hearing those words, determination welled up in Juliette's eyes. She knew all too well what fate awaited her if she were to be taken away by them. So, she gritted her teeth, ready to fight back.
• Just then, the sound of something slashing through the air suddenly rang out.
• Immediately after, a coin transformed into a streak of light, arriving in front of Juliette in a flash, knocking the knife from her hand.
• Meanwhile, as everyone was caught off guard by the sudden change, the encirclement formed by the thugs was abruptly broken. Chadwick appeared by Juliette's side.
• “You're Juliette Seymour?” Ignoring the hostile glares of the numerous thugs around him, Chadwick looked at the young girl surrounded by the crowd, a faint smile on his face.
• “It's me,” Juliette said, her eyes filled with confusion. She had no idea who Chadwick was and had never seen him before.
• “Do you know who Elon Seymour is?” Chadwick continued to ask.
• Finally, the color drained from Juliette's face.
• When she heard Elon's name, an unparalleled hatred welled up in her eyes. Immediately after, tears streamed down her cheeks.
• “You know him?” Juliette's tone was indifferent.
• Chadwick had already gleaned the answer from Juliette's demeanor. He gave a slight smile, patted Juliette on the shoulder, and said with a laugh, “Let's discuss these matters later. First, let me help you take care of this trash.”
• As soon as those words were spoken, Francis instantly barked out in anger, “What the hell did you just say?”
• Chadwick shielded Juliette by stepping in front of her, casting a cold gaze at Francis.
• He didn't respond to Francis's question. Instead, he slowly bent down and picked up the small knife he had sent flying from Juliette's hand.
• Subsequently, a smile graced his face. The small knife he was brandishing was ruthlessly plunged into Francis's throat.
• “I said... you're trash.”
• Blood gushed like a fountain, splattering onto Chadwick's clothes. However, he didn't care in the slightest, or rather, only one thing on his mind at that moment.
• “Juliette, from today onwards, no one in Strico can bully you.” Chadwick looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Juliette's eyes, which were filled with shock.
• “You... you've killed someone!” Juliette exclaimed in panic.
• “No, he's nothing more than trash,” Chadwick said, his face impassive.
• At last, the numerous street thugs recovered from their shock. Seeing Francis already slump to the ground, clearly dead beyond any doubt, the thugs were filled with rage.
• “Get him! Let's avenge Francis!”
• As one of the thug's righteous indignation washed over him, a few others successively drew out their hidden weapons, waving them at Chadwick.
• Even though the street thugs appeared somewhat intimidating, they were ultimately not on the same level as Chadwick.
• Shortly after, the once formidable gangsters had all fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.
• Meanwhile, Chadwick nonchalantly pulled out his phone.
• “Hey, old geezer, help me sort out some trouble,” Chadwick demanded.
• On the other end of the phone, Maxwell asked, “What happened?”
• “I had committed murder right at the entrance of... the municipal police station.”
• Ten minutes later, a handcuffed Chadwick was incarcerated in the municipal police station's holding cell.
• Eleanor stood outside the cell where Chadwick was being held, her eyes filled with worry.
• She didn't know why she was worried about Chadwick's safety. Just the thought of the consequences Chadwick would face for murdering in public made her feel unavoidably upset.
• “Have you always been this reckless?” After a stretch of silence, Eleanor asked.
• “Reckless? Are you referring to me eliminating those scumbags?” Chadwick asked with a light chuckle.
• “Even if you wanted to help that girl, you shouldn't have murdered them in public,” scolded Eleanor. “Do you know who's the one secretly supporting those thugs? It's the Herbert Gang! And behind them is the Langdon family! A renowned and powerful clan not only in Strico but throughout the entire Clusia!”
• “So what?” Another rhetorical question from his left Eleanor speechless.
• Another bout of silence ensued after that. Eleanor sighed softly and said, “I will do my best to plead a lighter sentence for you. Maybe, spare you from the death penalty.”
• “No thanks. Nobody will be doing anything to me,” Chadwick said with a light laugh, shaking his head. He then questioned, “Can you do me a favor?”
• “What is it?”
• “Please look after Juliette for me. She's my friend's sister. I can't just ignore her,” said Chadwick.
• Finally, Eleanor understood why Chadwick had intervened. However, the price seemed steep to involve himself for the sake of someone else's sister.
• It seemed as though Chadwick had seen through Eleanor's thoughts. He shook his head slightly and said, “There are some things you don't understand, and I find it hard to explain.”
• Upon hearing that, Eleanor pursed her lips and sighed. “I understand. I'll keep an eye on the girl for you. I hope you'll truly be fine.”
• Once the conversation ended, Eleanor, with a heavy heart, disappeared from Chadwick's line of sight.
• Meanwhile, a phone call from Jacaster stirred up the long-undisturbed officialdom of Strico, turning everything upside down.
• “What instructions do you have for me, sir?”
• Strico's municipal secretary, Winston Spaulding, was feeling somewhat nervous at that moment. He had just been presiding over a city council meeting when a call from his former superior forced him to put a temporary halt to the conference.
• On the other end of the phone, an elderly man with white hair was savoring his coffee. At the same time, he spoke into the phone. “Winston, there's something I hope you can help me with.”
• “Please speak.”
• “The municipal police station had arrested a young man named Chadwick. As for why they arrested him, I don't want to know. All I need to know is that the lad is safe and sound. Do you... understand?”
• He might've spoken in an unhurried tone, yet his attitude left no room for rebuttal.
• It was the dignity that could only be accumulated by those who had held power for a long time.
• “I understand,” Winston responded respectfully before hanging up the phone.
• Subsequently, Winston pondered for a moment before hastily dialing the phone of the head of the municipal police station.
• Meanwhile, in a tranquil mansion in Jacaster, Maxwell set down his coffee cup. Turning to the elder beside him, he said, “Thank you.”
• “No need to thank me. I'm also acquainted with Chadwick and am aware of his situation. We've indeed treated him unfairly.”
• Speaking of Chadwick, there was a hint of lament in the voice of the venerable elder.
• Maxwell waved with a smile, rising to his feet and casting his gaze toward the south.
• Strico lay in that direction.