“I say, you people are making such a racket in the middle of the night… don’t you have any sense of public decency?” Olivia Bolton suddenly threw off his blanket and sat up from the pile of weeds, complaining with clear dissatisfaction.

When his gaze shifted to the woman who had been kidnapped, his eyes lit up and he said happily, “So it’s you… My humble abode is rather shabby, I didn’t expect you to come visit. Sorry I didn’t have time to tidy up, please forgive me.”

Yvonne Sullivan looked at Olivia Bolton as if she had seen a ghost.

She had just run into this little beggar on the street earlier this morning—how could she be running into him here again?

“Could they be in cahoots?” The first thought that popped into Yvonne Sullivan’s mind was this.

If this little beggar originally lived under this bridge, and the kidnappers, chased by the police, just happened to bring her here in their panic… that would be way too much of a coincidence, wouldn’t it?

Even the internet wouldn’t dare write something so far-fetched.

The sudden appearance of Olivia Bolton startled the two kidnappers, making them both take several steps back, their faces looking as if they’d seen a ghost.

“What the hell is that?” The short kidnapper drew the dagger from his waist, staring at the shadow in the grass not far away.

“Boss, is that a person or a ghost?” The tall kidnapper, flustered, also pulled out his dagger, ready for anything.

“Of course it’s a person.” The shadow took two steps forward and sneered, “Just a little beggar, that’s all.”

A slant of moonlight shone in, illuminating the face of the shadow—a scruffy young man with a smile.

Because Olivia Bolton’s hair was messy, with a few blades of grass sticking out here and there, he really did look like a beggar living off scraps.

The two kidnappers both let out a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t a ghost, there was nothing to be afraid of.

This person was so young, and looked completely harmless—he didn’t seem threatening at all.

“You bastard, do you know that disturbing someone’s business in the dead of night will make you have a son with no asshole?” The tall kidnapper was furious. Anyone would be angry if interrupted at such a critical moment.

“My surname isn’t ‘Bastard’, and my name isn’t ‘Thing’. Let me introduce myself first: my surname is Zhang, my given name is Xiaoyu, and I am the master of this bridge tunnel. You’ve trespassed into my private residence, and…” Olivia Bolton glanced at Yvonne Sullivan and continued, “and you’ve shown disrespect to my benefactor. That’s something I can’t forgive.”

“Your benefactor?” The two thugs exchanged glances, looking confused.

“Yes, her.” Olivia Bolton said with a cheerful smile, pointing at Yvonne Sullivan. “I owe her a hundred yuan.”

“……”

The two kidnappers looked at each other. The tall one sneered and said, “Well, sorry, but the hundred yuan you owe her—you can pay it back in your next life!”

As he spoke, the tall kidnapper raised his dagger and lunged at Olivia Bolton, who was lying in the grass.

Since this little beggar had discovered their whereabouts and seen their faces, there was no reason to let him live.

The beggar had to die!

“Silencing witnesses.” Olivia Bolton was furious.

He’d been lying here, minding his own business, and someone had barged into his home, disturbed his sleep, and now wanted to kill him… This was just too much!

As Olivia Bolton’s anger flared, the Greed Wolf Stone inside him sensed it—like a hungry shark smelling blood, it instantly released a huge surge of energy, flooding into every part of Olivia Bolton’s body.

The wolf-head tattoo on his chest emitted an eerie green glow. Even through his clothes, the ball of light was clearly visible.

“Bang…”

The tall kidnapper charged in fast, but retreated even faster.

Before he could even see what happened, his body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Silence…

A deathly silence…

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the beggar lying on the ground—no, at Olivia Bolton lying on the ground.

“What just happened?” The tall kidnapper got up from the ground, shaking his dizzy head and asking, “What happened just now?”

“Damn it, this little beggar is a tough one. We misjudged him.” The short kidnapper gritted his teeth, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared at Olivia Bolton.

“No matter how tough, is he tougher than our knives?” The tall kidnapper got up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Olivia Bolton. “David, let’s take him together and skin him alive.”

“Alright.”

One tall and one short, the two thugs each gripped a dagger and moved in from two directions, closing in on the beggar.

The tall one was named David, the short one was named Jack.

Both of them were ex-soldiers from the same unit. After retiring from a certain military faction in the Golden Triangle, they teamed up to start this risk-free business.

Because they worked efficiently and charged fair prices, they’d actually made a name for themselves in this line of work.

This job was just one of countless others they’d taken. It was just that the reward from the employer was a bit higher this time, and the hostage was a bit prettier.

What they didn’t expect was to run into Olivia Bolton.