There used to be a few pedestrians here, but today, they had all been cleared out by Madman and his henchmen.

“Hey, pretty girl, how about having some fun with your big brother?” One of Madman’s men, wearing a lecherous grin, together with another henchman, just like a scene from a movie, trapped Emily Foster in the middle of the alley.

“You guys…” Emily Foster looked at the two of them nervously. “Leave now, or I’ll call for help.”

With a flick, one of the punks revealed a switchblade in his hand and said viciously, “If you dare to scream, this knife will leave a few cuts on your pretty face. Think about the consequences!”

Emily Foster’s delicate body trembled, her eyes already brimming with tears as she pleaded, “Please let me go, I—I have money, I’ll give it all to you.” As she spoke, she pulled out a few bills from her bag.

“Cash?” The punk’s eyes lit up. He snatched Emily Foster’s bag and, with a sinister smile, said, “Tonight, I want both the girl and the money!” With that, he and his companion closed in on her again.

Although the two of Madman’s men had taken the money, seeing how delicate and lovely Emily Foster looked, they both wanted to take advantage of her before John Bolton showed up. Soon, their actions became more aggressive, and they quickly pinned Emily Foster to the ground. One of them even reached for Emily Foster’s chest.

Chapter 7: Turning the Tables

Hiding nearby, John Bolton saw what was happening and was just about to jump out and shout “Stop!” for a dramatic entrance.

Suddenly, a thunderous voice rang out: “Stop!”

Ethan Carter shouted as he walked out from around a corner of the alley, his face full of righteous indignation.

The two thugs saw Ethan Carter’s annoyingly handsome face and walked up to him with disdain, waving their switchblades and sneering, “Kid! If you don’t want a beating, get lost! Don’t get in the way of our business.”

Ethan Carter smiled at the two punks in front of him and shook his head slightly. “The public security these days is really terrible. There are punks everywhere.”

“You little bastard, you’re looking for trouble!” One of the thugs kicked at Ethan Carter’s stomach, while the other threw a punch at Ethan Carter.

But just an inch away from Ethan Carter’s body, their fists and feet suddenly froze. The two punks suddenly realized that their limbs felt as if they were tied to wooden stakes, making it extremely difficult to move. In the moonlight, they could clearly see several slightly quivering silver needles in their arms and legs.

“Don’t mess with doctors, especially traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.” Ethan Carter still held several long silver needles in his hand and smiled at the two punks. “I may not know how to use acupoint strikes, but I can seal your meridians with needles.”

“You…” The punks looked at Ethan Carter, each trying to use their still-mobile hand to pull out the needles from the other side of their bodies.

“Don’t move!” Ethan Carter said with a faint smile. “My needling technique is special. If you pull them out yourself, the aftereffects could be paralysis or lifelong impotence. Even Viagra won’t help you.”

Traditional Chinese medicine is considered a miraculous skill not only abroad but also shrouded in mystery in the eyes of most Chinese people.

Hearing Ethan Carter’s words, the two punks stood rooted to the spot as if they’d been immobilized, not daring to move a muscle, staring blankly at Ethan Carter.

Ethan Carter turned to Emily Foster and said, “You can take your revenge now.”

Stunned, Emily Foster watched as Ethan Carter subdued the attackers with ease, and a strong sense of security welled up inside her. She dashed forward, snatched her bag back, and without hesitation, delivered a swift, instinctive kick to the groin of the punk who had been the most talkative.

“Ah…” A miserable scream echoed through the narrow alley. Hiding not far away, John Bolton saw the force of Emily Foster’s kick and couldn’t help but gasp.

Ethan Carter saw this and couldn’t help but grin. “When a woman gets fierce, she’s scarier than any man.”

After the kick, Emily Foster realized she’d lost her composure a bit. She quickly stopped her attack, walked back to Ethan Carter’s side, her face flushed, and said softly, “Dr. Carter, thank you.”

Seeing this, John Bolton anxiously said to Madman beside him, “Crazy Mike…”

Madman looked at John Bolton coldly and said, “Can’t you tell that kid knows martial arts? The ten thousand we agreed on didn’t include dealing with him. Here’s the deal—give me another five thousand.”

Watching his girl about to be taken away, along with his future prospects, John Bolton nodded helplessly. “No problem, please hurry, Crazy Mike.”

Having extorted another sum, Madman and his two henchmen walked out from around the corner and shouted at Ethan Carter, who was about to leave, “Kid, how dare you cause trouble on my turf? Leave the girl and get lost.”