Chapter 19

Damon's eyes trailed down to the bottom and focused on the comprehensive summary of the report that said:

"Overall physical condition: Excellent"

"Hormone levels, calcium blood test, and organ health are all at normal values without any signs of disease."

Damon gave a perfunctory scan on the rest of the report when Kyle Pegg called from the front, "There seems to be a problem outside, Mr. President..."

Damon looked up and out the window. In front of him, he saw an alley with a young woman inside, surrounded by a group of men. He could not make out the faces of the people there in the darkened alley, but he knew better than to expect anything good.

"Call the police," he muttered simply.

Kyle responded with a wordless reply and took out his phone. Before he could tap on the "Call" button after hitting 110, the car veered closer to the alleyway, allowing him to recognize the woman in distress.

"Mr. President," he called back again, "That seems to be Ms. York." Fearing that Damon might fail to understand him, he explained further, "That is, Ms. Noelle York, Young Master Erick's girlfriend."

A sudden pall of disquiet hung over him, his pupils dilating at his spiking emotion as he growled, "Stop the car! Clear the scene!"

Inside the alley, a frantic Yvonne tried her best to ward off her assailant but to no avail. After all, what could a weak young lass do against a group of burly thugs?

One of the men grabbed her wrist, and she craned her neck to bite at him.

That forced the man to release her, but not before he landed a kick into her abdomen.

A jab of pain shot through Yvonne's lower abdomen and she wobbled and crashed to the ground.

Realizing their chance, the men grinned wickedly. They threw themselves on her to pin her down while one of them shoved a pill into her mouth.

But before she could spit it out, the pill melted in her mouth and she was forced to swallow it with her chin being grabbed and she could not move.

She carried a small dagger for self-defense, but it was of no use to a man or beast when her hands and feet were restrained.

For reasons that could possibly result from the kick she took, Yvonne felt the pain in her abdomen increasing. In no time, cold sweat broke all over her from the agony and she felt weak and powerless.

With determined defiance and frustration roiling in her eyes, she asked the thugs, "Who sent you?"

"Heh heh heh, you have yourself to blame for getting on the wrong side of the wrong folk!" The leader of the thugs sneered as a hungry glint flashed in his eyes. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you? I guess this is an incentive for a job well done! Don't worry, we'll make sure you get to enjoy what we each have to offer. You'll be begging for more!"

But Yvonne, with an unknown burst of strength, yanked her left leg free and kicked hard at one of the men!

None of them expected her to still have the grit to fight back. Right before they could pin her back to the ground, something flashed dangerously in the dark. Her dagger! She had managed to draw her weapon, although she held it up to her throat, just mere centimeters away from her artery.

"I'm sure whoever hired you said nothing about causing deaths, right?" She hissed, her bloodied-red eyes fixing the thugs in a penetrating glare, "Do you think you can escape the Emperie City unscathed if this escalates into a murder?"

That indeed changed the equation entirely, and the thugs realized with dismay.

In their moment of hesitation, Yvonne plunged her weapon deep into the chest of the thug closest to her!

The whole world seemed to have frozen for a couple of seconds before the man's shrieks filled their ears!

Yvonne jerked her dagger free from the man's chest and blood gushed out, drenching her hand red. "Who else wants a taste of this!" She screamed maniacally.

"Heh heh heh... This resurrection is my hard-earned chance to avenge my family and rescue my brother! I'd never give up to Death so easily!"

She knew that in the event of being arrested by the police, they could, at most, charge her for "excessive self-defense". But she had been careful; despite the copious amount of blood, the man would never be in mortal danger as long he made it to the hospital in time.

None of the thugs expected Yvonne to be brave enough to kill someone. Their faces turned ashen-gray, and they exchanged forlorn looks before they turned tails and fled.

But they barely ran far when they were stopped by two people.