Chapter 1293


    The blond man chuckled, "I ain''t asking for your money. Now your face, that''s a different story. Think


    you could keep uspany for a bit?"


    "Sure, I''ll join youter."


    Arabe nned to give them a beating they wouldn''t forget, but she had more pressing matters at


    hand.


    Just as she tried to walk away, the man moved to block her path again, "Hold on, doll. Do you think you


    can just slip away without even giving us a good excuse?"


    He reached out to cup her chin, but Arabe quickly dodged his grasp.


    The other local boys closed in, theirughter ringing out as they reached out to touch her. Just as


    Arabe was about to take them on, a person dropped from the eaves. With a swift kick, he sent one of


    them flying, then plunged a fist into the others, cing himself protectively in front of Arabe.


    Arabe looked up, a smile tugging at her lips, Gordon?


    "Ms. Be; Gordon said, standing firm, "I apologize for the fright."


    "You think you''re some kind of hero?" the blond man was fuming, "This is our turf!"


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    The boys instantly pulled out their knives and lunged at Gordon.


    Gordon, with his professional training, clearly had the upper hand.


    In no time, the boys were beaten down, beqging for mercy, pleading with Gordon to let them go.


    "Fuck off."


    At Gordon''smand, the boys scrambled away. Turning to Arabe, Gordon asked, "Ms. Be, are


    you alright?


    Mr. Bard sent me. He was worried."


    "I know,'' she replied, "You''ve been following me ever since I got off the car"


    Gordon was taken aback; he hadn''t realized that Arabe had detected his presence so early.


    "Ms. Be, why are you here? What are you doing here.?"


    Before Gordon could finish, the sound of shattering ss reached their ears. Arabe reacted instantly,


    "Oh no."


    She ran towards the doorbeled 6-498, which had been locked from the inside. Unable to open it, she


    stepped back to kick it down, but Gordon rushed over, "Ms. Be, let me."


    Before he could finish, Arabe kicked the door open and strode in.


    Gordon was shocked. He hadn''t expected Arabe to be so strong. The door had been locked from the


    inside, even he, a grown man, might not have managed to kick it down in one go.


    How did Arabe do it?


    Inside, Arabe found a dim and untidy living room. A bowl of porridge sat untouched on the coffee


    table, indicating that the upant had fled through the window without finishing their meal.


    The skylight was small and made of sealed ss. In order to escape through it, one would have to


    smash the whole thing to provide enough space for an adult.


    It was clear that Cornell had fled when he realized someone wasing.


    Arabe was about to follow when Gordon suddenly grabbed her arm, "Ms. Be, wait"


    He cleared away the shards of ss on the edge, and only when he was sure there was no danger did


    he crouch down, “Ms. Be, step on me to get up."


    "No need; Arabe pushed him away, took a few steps back, and with a swift run-up and a jump off the


    wall, she easily reached the skylight and exited through the window.