Julius Goodman was currently tangled in a fight with several people, not noticing the situation behind him.
Just as the bayonet was about to stab into his back, a figure dashed out from not far away, kicking the tattooed man's hand and knocking the bayonet into the air.
Immediately after, several more people rushed up, pinning down the men around Julius and giving them a good beating.
In an instant, the area was filled with cries of pain and agony.
Suddenly rescued, Julius was still a bit dazed until a slender figure entered his view, throwing herself directly into his arms, relaxing his tense nerves.
"Ava…"
Ava Kent was checking his injuries, especially his hands, worried sick, "Julius, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was already wrapped tightly in his embrace.
Julius held her soft and tender body, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, his restless heart gradually calming down.
