Chapter 6 Has the Problem Been Resolved?

Theo skipped the talk and ordered all his men to attack at once.

He wanted to watch with his own eyes as that clueless idiot Nathaniel died right in front of him.

The next second, the thugs raised their weapons and rushed at Nathaniel like madmen.

Leah cried out in alarm, "Nathaniel, watch out!"

Nathaniel quickly scanned the thugs around him, then pulled Leah to his chest with one hand, wrapping his arm firmly around her slender waist.

A dozen thugs weren't nearly enough to make Nathaniel use both hands.

Two of them had already closed in, swinging their clubs hard toward the top of his head.

Leah's face went pale, but Nathaniel stayed completely calm.

Just as the clubs were about to land, he took one step back while holding Leah, dodging both strikes with perfect precision.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he snapped out two kicks.

Fast and heavy, both landing square on their sides.

The two thugs flew backward, knocking over several others behind them. When they hit the ground, they coughed up blood — badly hurt.

"Nathaniel, on your right!"

Before Leah could even catch her breath, she spotted three more thugs coming at them from the right, each holding a knife.

She shouted a warning.

But Nathaniel didn't need it.

He had already mapped out every thug's position in his head — even where they might move next.

In other words, even with his eyes closed, he could dodge every single attack without missing a beat.

Nathaniel's arm was incredibly strong. He lifted Leah with ease and spun around twice on the spot.

Leah was stunned — but somewhere deep down, a shameful little flutter of sweetness rose in her chest.

She knew this wasn't the right time to feel that way, but she couldn't help it.

Nathaniel held Leah with one arm like they were waltzing, his steps steady and smooth. Surrounded by over a dozen attackers, he didn't look flustered for even a second.

Leah's light body stayed pressed close against him the whole time, moving with him like she was part of him — rising and falling like a butterfly dancing through the air.

Graceful and beautiful.

But behind that grace was Nathaniel's raw power and terrifying strength.

Screams rang out one after another as Nathaniel cut through the crowd with Leah in one arm, leaving chaos everywhere he passed.

It didn't even take a minute. Every last thug was on the ground — some clutching their wounds and writhing in pain, others out cold. The place was a complete mess.

Leah's feet were off the ground. She was sitting on Nathaniel's arm, her hands naturally wrapped around his neck.

Her shock hit a level she had never felt before.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at the thugs rolling around on the ground, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth.

This was unbelievable.

But she wasn't the only one in shock. Both Theo and Cameron stood there with their mouths hanging open, frozen like statues.

"How is this possible?"

Cameron muttered under his breath, his eyes full of disbelief.

Over a dozen armed, experienced thugs — taken down just like that? And Nathaniel had been holding Leah the entire time, never even using both hands?

Was this guy really just an actor?

Nathaniel looked over at Theo and let out a quiet laugh. "Looks like the Calvino family isn't all that impressive."

Theo snapped out of his shock, and the look in his eyes shifted.

It turned darker. More vicious.

He suddenly yanked a gun from his waist, aimed it at Nathaniel, and shouted, "Just die already!"

A flash of cold light shot toward Theo.

The moment Theo reached for his gun, Nathaniel had already thrown the knife he'd taken from one of the thugs earlier.

Nathaniel was faster.

Theo had barely raised the gun when the knife struck it.

Crack.

The gun was knocked out of his hand, and the blade sliced his palm open. Theo hissed through his teeth and quickly pressed his hand against the wound as blood poured out.

"You pulled a gun?" Nathaniel said coolly. "Beyond ten yards, the bullet wins. Inside ten yards, I do."

"Who... who the hell are you?"

Fear finally showed on Theo's face.

"Who am I?"

A flicker of irritation crossed Nathaniel's eyes. He set Leah down and walked toward Theo as he spoke. "Theo, your memory is something else. I already told you. I told you to remember it. What — you can't hold onto anything?"

By the time he finished talking, he was standing right in front of Theo.

Theo snuck a glance behind Nathaniel.

A few of the thugs hadn't been knocked out. They had quietly gotten back up and were reaching for their guns.

Nathaniel was right in front of him now. There was no way he could see what was coming from behind.

Nathaniel was finished.

Theo suddenly felt a rush of confidence. "Nathaniel, right? I'll admit — you're good. But..."

Just then, Leah screamed. She had spotted the thugs creeping up for a sneak attack.

"Nathaniel, behind you!"

Nathaniel already knew.

He spun around like lightning and flicked his hand. Several small objects shot out in a blur.

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

All four thugs who had been about to shoot from behind got hit in the wrist at the same time. Their guns dropped to the floor.

And now each of their wrists had something new embedded in them — coins.

That's what Nathaniel had thrown. Four coins.

They were buried deep in the thugs' wrists, lodged into bone.

Blood seeped steadily from the wounds.

The sight of it made Theo gasp sharply. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

This guy wasn't human.

He had thrown four coins at the same time, at four different angles, and hit every single wrist dead on.

It was terrifying.

Leah covered her mouth with both hands, completely stunned. Her warning really had been pointless.

Nathaniel was on a completely different level.

Just what kind of person had she run into?

"Who exactly are you..." Theo's voice shook with fear.

"Asking again?"

Nathaniel cut him off, his eyes cold.

Theo swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down.

It didn't work.

Looking into those icy eyes, he felt like he could die at any moment.

"You—"

He tried to say something else.

But Nathaniel suddenly brought his foot down on Theo's hand.

Crack.

A sharp snapping sound came from inside the bone.

The next second, the pain ripped a gut-wrenching scream out of him.

"No — please."

"Let me go!"

Theo begged desperately.

Nathaniel lifted his foot and said in the calmest voice, "I'll say this one last time. I'm here to help Leah take care of her problem. So — is the problem taken care of?"

Theo was drenched in cold sweat, his face drained of all color.

"Nathaniel, the Calvino family has the Lowe family behind us. Are you sure you want to do this?"