Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 296 Protection Grace's cheeks becmoist because of the cold sweat of the person in front of her.

With a sour nose, she pushed him away heavily, and the person before her staggered, "Grace, don't ..." "It's fine," she said as she reached out and firmly grabbed his arm before he hugged her. As soon as the big man saw her, he smiled ferociously, "Here you are. What a sensible girl. Be good ..." She glanced at the baseball bat that the fatty dropped on the ground, squatted down, picked it up, and hit the big man randomly.

Her way of beating people was rusty, and she didn't know if she could hit the target. At this moment, she resisted out of the instincts for survival.

"Piss off!" "Piss off!" "Don't cover!" "Piss off! Can't you hear me?" The baseball bat was swung madly towards different directions.

"Scram!" she screamed.

She had forgotten how long it had been since she had resisted fiercely and directly.

That year, she had just entered an unfamiliar cage. Facing the oppression, she had fiercely resisted and fought against it.

She had already forgotten from what day she stopped resisting and becsilent, living like walking corpse. Today, it was as if she had returned to the sperson she used to be.

Her hands were shaking, but she tightly clenched the baseball bat, smashing the black shadows that were trying to approach her. The bat did hit on something several times, but she could not tell whether they were those hooligans or not.

However, at this moment, every swing made her gasp for breath.

She was refreshed. She believed that the bat, falling like raindrops, could hurt the hoodlums no matter what. The gangster in the lead reacted quickly. He was hit and becfurious. He regained his composure and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to walk forward. Looking up, he saw a mad scene.

That woman looked crazy. She randomly smashed into the men though it was nothing to them. However, that woman did not look at anything, nor did she look at the direction or people. She just swung around and hit madly.

Even though they didn't get hurt, they still didn't dare to move forward.

"Bah!" The gangster in the lead viciously spat out a mouthful of saliva on the ground. His eyes glowed with a wolf light as he fiercely swung the baseball bat in his hand. "Bluff! Big man, let's deal with them." Fatty finally reacted and rushed forward to snatch away the bat from Grace. Of course, he was hit.

As soon as he grabbed the bat, the gangster in the lead immediately hit Grace on her shoulder. He was ruthless and it was specifically aimed at Grace's shoulder.

The thing was almost done, but a person rushed over, clumsy like a bull, tightly clasping his waist, "Grace, run!" Caden was extremely strong now. The hooligan in the lead was hugged tightly by him, unable to move. "Grace, run!" Grace stood there, dumbfounded for a moment.

The person in front of her hugged the punk tightly and told her to run.

Her feet were as heavy as lead, and she could not move.

The fatty held the baseball bat but didn't have the heart to do it.

Consciously or unconsciously, he blocked the way of the big man.

In S city, the patrol car would go around to check several roads at fixed tin the district every night.

The sound of the patrol car cfrom afar, and the expressions of the gangsters changed at the stime.

The leader of the gang looked at the man who was still hugging his waist angrily, his face full of eagerness. "Let go!" There was no tto waste, so he raised his bat to hit. Bang! "Let go!" Bang! "Let go! Do you wanna die?" Bang! Bang! Bang! Grace seemed to cto her senses. She didn't know where the strength cfrom and rushed towards the alley entrance.

"Help ..." The big man shouted angrily, "Fatty! Stop her! Watch out for the patrol car ..." At this moment, the fatty was shocked. He rushed over and nimbly covered Grace's mouth.

"Help ..." The big man immediately ran over. "Damn it!? Isn't her leg broken? What a runner!" If she had run faster, she would have run away!" As he spoke, he slapped Grace in the face, "Run! What a troublemaker! No wonder you are an eyesore! Fatty, you're indeed a nimble man. Well done. Fortunately, you're agile. Otherwise..." The lights of the patrol car flashed past the alley entrance.

Those gangsters' hearts were still fluttering with fear.

Grace was in despair.

"God is watching at you!" she cursed in vain.

The big man seemed to be enraged by her words and raised the bat. "Watch your mouth! Wait! I'll cripple one of your arms." The voice of the patrol car faded away. The big man wasn't as nervous as before and had the mood to mock coldly, "This arm of yours is about to separate from you.

What? Is there anything you want to say?" Grace's neck was obstructed and her eyes were red.

"Don't hit Grace!" An accident occurred at this moment.

The clumsy man in the eyes of the gangsters seemed to be endowed with power. He held the man in lead by his waist and knocked him over.

His strength was as great as an ox.

He was still clumsy, but he fiercely threw the murderer to the ground.

A gust of wind cfrom behind the big man's head. He swung the bat above his head and was grabbed by someone from behind. That person clumsily ran over to hit him. Indeed! There was no rule in the fighting. Someone crashed into him rashly.

Before the big guy could curse, he was knocked to the ground. Them moment he fell to the ground, he was still confused. How did he get subdued by a stupid guy? The fatty ran up and trembled when he raised his head.

In the night, he raised his head and met a pair of terrifying and bloodshot eyes. What terrified him the most was the pair of dark black pupils. They were cold and fierce, flickering with murderous look. In an instant, the fatty was sure that this person would kill him! The terrifying man, with a stubborn expression, said to him in a foolish and menacing manner, "I won't hit you! You didn't hit Grace." The fatty was freaked out by that glance.

He said, "Thank you." After that, he realized he had said something stupid, and his face was filled with frustration.

"Fatty! Don't let them go! Otherwise, we'll be over!" The gangster in the lead hadn't fainted, so he raised his head and gave the fatty an order.

Ashburn Fatty's heart immediately trembled... Yes, he couldn't let them go. Otherwise they themselves will be over