Chapter 112: The Combat Club President Needed Saving
Chapter 112: The Combat Club President Needed Saving
Hearing the voice, the group of drunk men instinctively turned around.
At the entrance to the alley stood a tall young man. The dim streetlight cast a faint glow over his figure. One hand rested casually in his pocket while the other held a phone. Behind him, the sleek black Bugatti sat quietly by the roadside.
For a brief moment, everyone froze.
Naomi struggled to lift her head. Her hair was disheveled, and tears blurred her vision, but she could still make out the outline of the newcomer.
When she saw that he was just a college student around her age, panic immediately filled her eyes.
"Run!"
Her voice cracked.
"You can’t beat them!"
"Go back to campus and call security!"
Naomi shouted desperately.
Even in this situation, she managed to stay rational. There were seven drunk men. Lucas was alone.
No matter how she looked at it, there was no way he could win.
Calling for help was the smartest choice.
But Lucas didn’t move.
His expression remained calm. His gaze swept across the group before settling on Naomi. Seeing that she was unharmed for the moment, he relaxed slightly.
Then he looked at the drunkards.
"You’ve already been surrounded."
His voice was steady.
"Let her go."
"And I might let you walk away on your own two feet."
For a second, silence filled the alley.
Then the men burst into laughter.
One of them nearly doubled over.
"Holy shit!"
"Did you hear that?"
"One guy thinks he’s surrounded us!"
Another pointed at Lucas and sneered.
"Kid, do you have a death wish?"
The man holding Naomi tightened his grip.
"Take care of him first."
The drunkards had sobered up considerably. They knew exactly what would happen if Lucas escaped and called for help.
Without hesitation, six men rushed toward him.
Naomi’s face turned pale.
"It’s over..."
She clenched her fists tightly.
She couldn’t understand it.
Why didn’t he run?
Lucas sighed.
"Why does nobody ever listen when I speak?"
The first man was already in front of him.
A fist the size of a sandbag swung toward Lucas’s face.
Lucas tilted his head slightly.
The punch missed him by inches.
At the same time, his body spun. His leg whipped through the air like a steel bar.
Bang!
His kick landed directly on the man’s jaw.
The impact echoed through the alley.
The man flew sideways and crashed heavily onto the pavement.
He didn’t even have time to scream.
Naomi’s eyes widened.
That kick...
It was almost identical to her own technique.
Except it was several times faster.
Several times stronger.
The remaining men instinctively slowed down.
One of them cursed.
"Damn it!"
"Pull out the knives!"
Metal flashed in the darkness.
Butterfly knives appeared in several hands. Cold blades reflected the faint streetlight.
Naomi’s heart sank.
This was bad.
No matter how skilled Lucas was, fighting multiple armed opponents alone was too dangerous.
"Be careful!"
She shouted.
The men charged again.
Lucas stepped forward instead of retreating.
A knife slashed toward his chest.
He sidestepped effortlessly.
At the same time, his fist drove into the attacker’s stomach.
Crunch.
The man’s body folded in half instantly.
His eyes bulged.
Bile sprayed from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.
Another man lunged from the side.
Lucas spun.
His elbow smashed into the man’s face.
Crack.
Blood flew through the air.
The man spun twice before crashing into a trash can.
The others froze.
What the hell?
Was this guy even human?
Lucas moved through the alley like a ghost. His strengthened physique made every movement explosive. Every punch carried terrifying force. Every kick ended the fight instantly.
Within seconds, another man fell.
Then another.
And another.
Their knives couldn’t even touch him.
They swung wildly while Lucas weaved between them with terrifying precision.
Bang!
A knee to the ribs.
Crack!
A punch to the jaw.
Thud!
A kick to the chest.
One by one, the men dropped to the ground. Their cries of pain echoed through the alley.
Less than a minute later, six drunkards lay sprawled across the pavement.
Only the man holding Naomi remained.
His face turned deathly pale.
He quickly wrapped his arm around Naomi’s neck and pressed the knife against her face.
"Don’t come any closer!"
His hand trembled violently.
"I swear I’ll cut her!"
Lucas stopped walking.
His eyes turned cold.
Ice cold.
"I’ll say it one last time."
"Let her go."
The man panicked.
"Back off!"
Naomi stared at the blade near her face.
Something snapped inside her.
For a girl, her face was priceless.
The moment the man’s attention shifted entirely toward Lucas, Naomi moved.
Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist.
She twisted hard.
The knife wavered.
At the same time, she stepped forward. Her hips turned. With a smooth motion, she executed a perfect shoulder throw.
The man screamed.
Then his body slammed heavily into the ground.
Before he could react, Lucas arrived.
His foot kicked the knife away.
Then his fist came crashing down.
Bang!
The man’s head snapped sideways.
His eyes rolled back.
He passed out instantly.
Silence filled the alley.
Only the heavy breathing of the two remained.
Lucas turned toward Naomi.
"Are you okay?"
Naomi nodded absentmindedly.
"I’m fine..."
Her voice was soft.
She brushed the hair away from her face.
Only then did she realize her entire body was trembling.
All her emotions hit at once.
At the same time, Lucas silently checked her information.
[Name: Naomi Russell]
[Beauty Score: 8.8]
[Current Favorability: 35]
Naomi Russell?
Why does that name sound familiar?
Before he could think further, the sound of police sirens echoed from nearby streets.
Lucas had called the police the moment he stepped out of the car. He just hadn’t expected them to arrive this quickly.
Several police cars stopped at the entrance to the alley.
Officers rushed over immediately.
After seeing the unconscious men on the ground, they quickly secured the scene.
Lucas handed over his dashcam.
The entire incident had been recorded clearly.
After watching the footage, the officers understood everything immediately.
The drunkards were handcuffed and loaded into police vehicles.
Lucas and Naomi followed the officers back to the station to give their statements.
An hour later, they finally walked out of the police station.
The cool night air hit their faces.
Naomi let out a long breath.
Only now did she truly feel safe.
Then her gaze landed on Lucas’s back.
A patch of blood had soaked through his shirt.
Her expression changed instantly.
"You’re hurt?"
Lucas frowned.
"Really?"
He stretched his shoulders.
"No wonder my back feels sore."
He took off his jacket and used the reflection in the police station window to look behind him.
A shallow cut ran across his back.
One of the knives must have grazed him during the fight.
Now that the adrenaline was fading, the pain became much more noticeable.
Lucas sucked in a sharp breath.
"That stings."
Naomi bit her lip.
Guilt flashed across her face.
He got hurt because of me.
Without thinking, she stepped closer.
"Wait."
She pulled a small first-aid kit from her bag.
As president of the Combat Club, she always carried one during training sessions.
"Sit down."
Lucas blinked.
"You carry a first-aid kit around?"
Naomi nodded.
"Occupational habit."
Lucas sat on a nearby bench.
Naomi carefully cleaned the wound.
Her movements were gentle and surprisingly professional.
The streetlights cast a warm glow across her face.
Up close, Lucas finally got a good look at her.
She was beautiful.
Not in an elegant way like Maya.
Not in a sweet way like Sofia.
Naomi gave off a completely different feeling.
Sharp.
Confident.
Energetic.
There was a healthy athletic charm about her.
As she focused on treating his wound, her brows furrowed slightly.
Lucas suddenly remembered.
Combat Club.
Naomi Russell.
Wait...
Wasn’t she the vice president of the university Combat Club?
The one who was famous for knocking out three challengers in a single competition?
As if sensing his gaze, Naomi looked up.
Their eyes met.
She suddenly realized something.
"Wait."
Her eyes widened.
"Your name is Lucas?"
Lucas nodded.
"Yeah."
Naomi froze for a moment.
Then realization hit her.
"You’re the guy who defeated Jerry."
"The boxing club president."