Chapter 111: Eight Against One
Chapter 111: Eight Against One
After an entire afternoon of classes, Lucas returned to the dorm with Max, Ben, and Luke.
What started as a quick gaming session somehow turned into an all-night marathon.
Round after round, they played until they completely lost track of time.
By the time Lucas glanced at his phone again, it was already close to midnight.
Max stretched lazily and yawned.
"Damn, we really played for that long?"
Ben rubbed his eyes.
"I swear we only started after dinner."
Luke tossed his headset onto the desk.
"That’s what everyone says before gaming for six hours straight."
Lucas chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his car keys.
"Alright, I’m heading out."
The three roommates immediately perked up.
"Wait, let us walk you to the car."
They had seen photos of Lucas’s Bugatti online, but every time they saw it in person, it still felt unreal.
The four of them headed together.
The campus was much quieter now.
Most students had already returned to their dorms.
Only a few couples wandered hand in hand beneath the streetlights.
When they reached the parking lot, the sleek black Bugatti sat there like a predator resting in the dark.
Even under the dim lights, its curves looked stunning.
Max walked around it for the third time that week.
"No matter how many times I see this thing, it still feels insane."
Ben reached out to touch the hood.
"If someone told me a month ago that my roommate would own this car, I would’ve laughed in their face."
Luke sighed dramatically.
"Life really isn’t fair."
Lucas laughed.
"Stop acting like I won the lottery."
The three exchanged looks.
Technically, that wasn’t entirely wrong.
After chatting for another few minutes about cars, investments, and weekend plans, Lucas finally got into the driver’s seat.
The engine roared to life.
The deep growl instantly drew attention from nearby students.
Max whistled.
"That sound should be illegal."
Lucas rolled down the window and waved.
"See you guys tomorrow."
Then he pressed the accelerator.
The Bugatti shot forward smoothly before disappearing into the night.
As he drove through the university gates, Lucas couldn’t help smiling.
Life had changed too quickly.
A few weeks ago, he had been squeezed into a tiny dorm room, worrying about part-time jobs and monthly expenses.
Now?
He owned a luxury villa and drove one of the rarest supercars in the world.
There was no way he would choose to sleep in a cramped bunk bed when an entire mansion was waiting for him.
Lucas rolled down the window slightly.
Cool night air rushed into the cabin.
The breeze carried away the lingering heat and exhaustion from the day.
Soft music played through the speakers as he drove along the quiet streets surrounding Ashford University.
Instead of taking the main road, he turned onto a smaller route near the north gate.
It was shorter and usually less crowded.
Tall trees lined both sides of the narrow road.
Their branches stretched overhead, blocking much of the streetlights.
Shadows covered the pavement.
Aside from the occasional chirping of insects, the road was almost completely silent.
Lucas hummed along to the music, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
Then suddenly~
A sharp cry pierced the night.
"Let go of me!"
Lucas frowned immediately.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel.
He slowed down and looked toward the source of the noise.
About fifty meters ahead, near an old brick wall, seven or eight men surrounded a young woman.
Even from a distance, Lucas could tell they were drunk.
Beer bottles littered the ground around them.
Their loud voices echoed through the empty street.
One of the men reached toward the girl.
The next second, she moved.
Her body twisted sharply.
A powerful roundhouse kick whipped through the air.
Bang!
Her foot connected directly with the side of the man’s face.
The drunkard stumbled backward and crashed to the ground.
Blood mixed with saliva sprayed from his mouth.
For a brief moment, everyone froze.
Then the atmosphere changed instantly.
The drunken amusement on their faces disappeared.
Their expressions turned ugly.
The man who got kicked wiped the blood from his mouth and glared at her viciously.
"You little bitch."
"You’ve got some nerve."
He spat onto the ground.
"Get her!"
The other men burst into crude laughter as they closed in.
The girl clearly knew how to fight.
Her stance was steady.
Her movements were sharp and precise.
She threw punches and kicks with impressive speed.
One man took an elbow to the ribs.
Another got kicked in the knee.
But there were simply too many of them.
And no matter how skilled she was, she was still at a huge disadvantage.
These men were bigger, heavier, and stronger.
As she threw another kick, one of the drunkards suddenly caught her ankle.
His thick hand wrapped tightly around her leg.
The girl’s expression changed.
"Weren’t you tough a second ago?"
The man grinned wickedly.
"Kick me again."
He lifted her leg higher.
Forced into an awkward position, she struggled to maintain her balance.
A second later, she lost her footing.
Before she could hit the ground, another man stepped forward and grabbed her from behind.
His greasy face pressed close to hers.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
"Relax."
"We’ll take good care of you tonight."
The others laughed loudly.
The girl struggled desperately.
"Let me go!"
But no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t break free.
One of the men reached into her jacket pocket.
He searched for a few seconds before pulling out a student ID.
He squinted at it.
Then his eyes lit up.
"Naomi Russell."
"A college student?"
His grin widened.
"Boys, we hit the jackpot tonight."
The group erupted into excited laughter.
Naomi’s face turned pale.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
She had only gone out for a late-night run.
Normally, she took the main road.
Tonight, she had chosen this quieter path because she wanted some peace and quiet.
She never imagined she would run into something like this.
As president of the university’s Combat Club, she had always been confident in her abilities.
But confidence meant nothing against overwhelming numbers.
No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t overcome the difference in strength.
Humiliation.
Fear.
Helplessness.
All of it crashed down on her at once.
Was this really how things would end?
Would everything be taken from her tonight?
No.
Please...
Anyone...
Help...
Just as despair threatened to consume her completely~
A voice rang out through the darkness.
Cold.
Clear.
Filled with anger.
"Hey."
Every head turned.
Standing beneath the streetlight was a tall figure.
His hands rested casually in his pockets.
Behind him, the black Bugatti gleamed under the moonlight.
Lucas stared at the group with icy eyes.
Then he spoke again.
"Animals."
"Let her go."