outstanding youth of the era

The group of people helped Leonardo out of the bar, with Ethan Brooks standing in front of him, patting his back and asking, "Leonardo, are you alright?"

Leonardo, unsure if he was more dazed from the kicks or the alcohol, said to Ethan Brooks, "I'm fine. Let's get those bastards!"

Ethan Brooks looked at Leonardo and said to the others, "I think it's best to take Leonardo to the hospital. We don't want him to end up with a concussion or something worse."

Half清醒half迷糊的Leonardo拍着Ethan Brooks的肩膀,说:"I saw you take on those guys. You're a real man! A true tough guy! I underestimated you before. You've been hiding your skills!"

Alice patted Leonardo and said, "Come on, let's get you to the hospital."

Then, turning her flushed face towards Ethan Brooks, she said, "Alright, Ethan Brooks, you've got skills and guts! I'm impressed. Unlike some people who just talk the talk but don't walk the walk!" With that, she slapped Ethan Brooks' chest a few times.

Sophia's face turned pale beside them. Ethan Brooks let out a wry smile. Alice was really not giving him any face.

Ethan Brooks had originally wanted to take Leonardo to the hospital, but Leonardo refused. Eventually, Fido and Sophia called a taxi and bundled Leonardo into it. Isabella and Ethan Brooks were about to go too, but Alice stopped them, saying, "Alright, he took those hits for me. It's only right that I go. I won't be going back today. You two should head back and cover for us. We can't all stay there if more people get involved." She thus stopped Ethan Brooks and Isabella, leaving the four of them to take a taxi to the hospital, while Ethan Brooks and Isabella remained at the entrance of the bar.

The situation suddenly became awkward. Ethan Brooks was the least adept at handling such one - on - one situations with a girl.

Isabella seemed to sense Ethan Brooks' embarrassment and smiled gently, saying to him, "Ethan Brooks, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Have you practiced martial arts since you were young?"

Ethan Brooks didn't know what to say and just nodded in affirmation.

"You're amazing. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to get out of there today," Isabella said to Ethan Brooks.

"Uh, I thought a lady like you would dislike guys who resort to violence," Ethan Brooks finally realized he couldn't just be quiet and started to speak up.

"Hehe, although I dislike guys who use violence without reason, I also dislike cowards who are afraid of trouble. I like your rational toughness," a hint of blush quickly flashed across Isabella's face.

Ethan Brooks subconsciously said, "Uh? You mean you like this kind of..." He stopped halfway, suddenly realizing how ambiguous his words sounded.

But he didn't notice that by stopping, it made it even more ambiguous. Isabella's eyes flickered, and she fell silent as if collecting her thoughts.

Ethan Brooks felt a headache coming on. He had been so focused on his own thoughts that he had always neglected interactions with girls, leaving him at a complete loss when facing them.

Just as the two were in an awkward yet ambiguous silence, a sound that ruined the atmosphere suddenly came. A group of motorcyclists, wearing studded leather jackets and with brightly dyed hair, roared past the street corner on their noisy bikes.

Ethan Brooks frowned in disgust, and Isabella also slightly furrowed her brows.

Ethan Brooks wanted to wait for the motorcyclists to pass before continuing his conversation with Isabella, but the group of bikers actually headed towards the bar street.

Countless motorcycles drove past Ethan Brooks and Isabella, and some took the opportunity to harass Isabella by grabbing her butt as they passed by.

Ethan Brooks frowned and pulled Isabella into his arms to shield her from the motorcyclists.

However, the bikers began to circle around the two, constantly whistling in a strange manner.

"Ah~~" Isabella suddenly screamed as a red - haired biker accelerated his motorcycle, snatched Isabella's backpack, and threw it to another biker!

"Bang!" As soon as he threw the bag to the other biker, Ethan Brooks kicked the motorcycle with a powerful leg, leaving a large footprint on the gas tank. The heavy motorcycle, along with the red - haired youth, was kicked more than a meter away and crashed into another moving motorcycle, causing both vehicles to flip over.

Seeing that Ethan Brooks had dared to fight back, the group of bikers slowly stopped their motorcycles but kept the engines revving at a near - explosive level, creating an unbearable noise. They surrounded Ethan Brooks and Isabella.

The bikers all got off their motorcycles, each holding a baseball bat or a chain, and looked at Ethan Brooks with ill intent. A long - haired young man, who was somewhat decent - looking, got out of his motorcycle first and walked towards Ethan Brooks.

"Kid, my buddy and his bike are hurt. Pay up!" The man, twirling a metal baseball bat in his hand, said to Ethan Brooks.

Ethan Brooks looked around and saw that there were about fifty to sixty motorcyclists. He could handle himself; if he couldn't fight, he could always run. But there was Isabella beside him. The girl remained calm, neither screaming nor making any unnecessary movements. She just looked at Ethan Brooks with flickering eyes, waiting to see how he would handle the situation, as if she had full confidence in his abilities.

Ethan Brooks thought for a moment and decided that he absolutely could not show any weakness. He had to use a strong hand to intimidate them. He said, "I don't have time for your nonsense. Return the bag! Don't think I'm an easy target!"

The long - haired young man looked at Isabella and said, "We can let it go if you don't pay, but the girl will have to entertain us." With that, he reached out and grabbed Isabella's butt. Isabella screamed and dodged behind Ethan Brooks.

"Keep your hands to yourself. This is your last warning. If you do it again, I won't be nice!" Ethan Brooks pulled Isabella behind him and said to the long - haired youth.

Hearing Ethan Brooks' words, a young man with half - yellow, half - green hair, extremely tall, dressed in a punk jacket, and with metal studs all over his lips, ears, nose, and even eyelids, holding a baseball bat, walked over with a sheepish expression.

The young man looked down at Ethan Brooks condescendingly and clicked his tongue.

"I~~~ damn it!" The young man suddenly swung the baseball bat at Ethan Brooks' head!

"Ah!" Isabella, being a girl, was scared and closed her eyes, shrinking behind Ethan Brooks.

However, the young man did not feel the crisp sound of the metal bat hitting a skull. He was stunned for a moment because of the drugs he had taken, which made him somewhat slow - reacting. He only saw that the young man in front of him was holding the large end of the bat with one hand, and the bat seemed to be fixed in his hand and could no longer be moved.

"Let go!" Ethan Brooks snorted coldly. A stream of energy flowed through the bat into the young man's hand. He felt as if a poisonous snake had bitten his hand, like an electric shock, and he couldn't hold the bat anymore. He immediately let go!

The large end of the alloy bat was held in Ethan Brooks' hand. If you looked closely, you would see that there were several finger marks on the large end of the bat.

Ethan Brooks held the other end of the bat and, with a forceful twist of his hands, the entire alloy bat made a creaking sound and was twisted into a pretzel.

For an ordinary person, this would be enough to intimidate them, as not everyone has the strength to twist an alloy bat into a pretzel. However, it was clearly not enough to intimidate this group of young people. Some of them, whose brains had been addled by drugs, actually started to lick their lips and become more aggressive.

The young man with yellow - and - green hair in front of Ethan Brooks was also not very bright. Seeing Ethan Brooks twist the bat into a pretzel, he subconsciously compared his strength with Ethan Brooks' and suddenly realized that his own strength was not comparable. Because of this, his twisted sense of self - esteem was hurt, and he inexplicably became angry.

The young man with yellow - and - green hair suddenly kicked the side of his left shoe with his right foot. With a "whoosh," two three - inch - long dagger blades protruded from the front and back of his left shoe. The young man let out a strange cry, lifted his foot in his leather pants high above his head, and swung the dagger on his heel towards Ethan Brooks!

Ethan Brooks' eyes turned cold. As the young man's blade - foot kicked towards him, he grabbed the young man's ankle!

Ethan Brooks' hand was like a vise, gripping the young man's ankle tightly. The young man screamed and twisted his body, trying to pull his leg out of Ethan Brooks' hand. But how could Ethan Brooks' grip be so easily shaken off? He had to intimidate them; otherwise, the trouble would never end. Ethan Brooks said coldly, "You asked for this!" As he spoke, he grabbed the young man's ankle and spun him around like a human stick above his head.

"Bang!" "Smack!" "Thud!" Ethan Brooks spun the young man around like a human stick, smashing him into the ground on one side, then spinning him to the other side and slamming him down again!

In reality, these actions took only a few seconds, but the visual effect of a tall person being swung around like a stick by Ethan Brooks was extremely striking!

The unfortunate punk youth, used by Ethan Brooks to assert his dominance, lay on the ground, spitting out blood - tinged froth. He was already semi - unconscious and had definitely sustained internal injuries.

It wasn't that Ethan Brooks was cruel; it was that these young people, who usually engaged in reckless driving and drug - use, had their brains addled by drugs and were unreasonable. If he showed any weakness, they wouldn't show him any mercy!

Seeing Ethan Brooks take down the punk youth, the other young people were momentarily intimidated. However, after a brief pause, the sound of even more explosive motorcycle engines roared to life!

Ethan Brooks didn't expect these young people to be so combative. Although they were momentarily intimidated and dared not to act, who knew what they might do next. As he was hesitating whether to take further action, someone suddenly ran out of the bar!

"Beat him to death!"