Be my male companion

Ethan Brooks turned his head and saw that the person who had run out was the bare - chested man with a bloodied face and a broken nose, crushed by Alice's foot.

"Brother Biao!" "Brother Biao!" Many of the motorcyclists seemed to know him and greeted him.

This group of men were well - known thugs in City B, notorious for their ruthless behavior. Brother Biao himself ran an underground bar business in District C. A few days ago, for some reason, this group of thugs decided to "inspect" the bar businesses in various districts of City B. They hadn't been to District F, where the university town was located, and decided to come and check out the college girls, so they ended up at this bar.

Inside the bar, they were not keeping their hands to themselves and harassed several of the female waitresses. The bar's waitresses and male waiters were mostly students working part - time from the university town. The thugs' behavior sparked outrage, and they happened to run into a group of passionate young people. These thugs were cornered in the bar and given a severe beating by the bar staff and students who were drinking there. That day, they hadn't come with many people and were beaten badly.

Unable to swallow their pride, they enlisted a group of motorcyclists from their own bar to come and harass the place, demanding half a million in medical expenses. The bar owner, a pure businessman, saw the thugs and hid first. The thugs came to the bar every day to cause trouble, scaring away almost all the customers.

Since District F was not as chaotic as District C in terms of public security, the thugs didn't dare to really get physical. They just had the motorcyclists wander the streets and come to the bar to cause trouble when there were many customers. The bar had been closed for several days. The owner had just thought things seemed fine and reopened when these people came to cause trouble again.

Ethan Brooks and his friends didn't know the reason and happened to run into this group of thugs. Alice had slapped fifty thousand yuan on the table, revealing their wealth. Brother Biao thought that even if it was a small amount of money, it was still something. At least it would save the money for the drugs that the young thugs were taking. He called the motorcyclists and wanted them to come and rob Ethan Brooks and his friends. Before this group could arrive, they were beaten up by Ethan Brooks again, and Brother Biao's nose was crushed by Alice.

At this moment, Brother Biao's face was covered in blood, making his already ugly face look even more ferocious. He covered his nose and shouted at the motorcyclists fiercely, "Kill him! Whoever kills him can use drugs for free in my place for a year!"

Hearing Brother Biao's generous offer, the motorcyclists were eager to act. Several of them were about to get off their bikes to gang - up on Ethan Brooks. Ethan Brooks frowned and decided to capture the leader first! He had to take down Brother Biao first!

Ethan Brooks quickly rushed towards Brother Biao, but on the way, an inconsiderate young man on a motorcycle blocked his path and swung a baseball bat at him.

Ethan Brooks grabbed the baseball bat and, with a quick move, grabbed the neck of the motorcyclist wearing a black helmet, lifting him into the air.

The motorcyclist, suspended in mid - air, struggled like a dog paddling. Ethan Brooks waved his hand and said, "Get lost!" He threw the man aside.

Just as he turned to look at Brother Biao again, Ethan Brooks' eyes suddenly focused sharply.

Because Brother Biao had a dark - colored pistol in his hand, and the black hole of the gun was pointing straight at Ethan Brooks.

"Kid! You're damn arrogant! I'm willing to go to jail today just to kill you!" Brother Biao said ferociously.

Ethan Brooks' pupils contracted sharply. A familiar scene seemed to flash before his eyes again:

" 'Ivey Brooks, you think you're so tough? Let's see how I kill you today!' the coarse voice shouted.

"Let him watch how his father dies!" The man holding the pistol fired a shot, hitting the handsome man's knee, and then another shot, piercing the handsome man's skull!

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Ethan Brooks' pupils contracted sharply. The gun - wielding Biao, thinking that Ethan Brooks was intimidated by him, was about to laugh out loud. However, suddenly, he felt a chilling coldness in the air around him. The boy in front of him exuded an overwhelming aura of killing intent. Even with a gun in his hand, Biao's legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Boom!" Biao felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by intense pain, and he was knocked to the ground!

Ethan Brooks was spinning the tail of a heavy - duty motorcycle in his hand. He had just used the entire motorcycle as a club to smash into Biao's hand!

Biao felt that the man in front of him exuded an unmasked aura of killing intent. He forgot the pain in his hand and was completely attracted by Ethan Brooks' killing intent.

"Do not draw a gun in front of me again!" Ethan Brooks said in a cold voice, "Boom!" The entire motorcycle smashed into Biao!

Isabella followed closely behind Ethan Brooks. The sudden change in the man's temperament told her that something must have happened to him in the past to make him so ruthless.

Seeing Biao smashed under the motorcycle, the motorcyclists suddenly started their engines. Eleven or twelve people took out the shiny watermelon knives hidden on their motorcycles.

The motorcyclists started moving, drove thirty to forty meters away from Ethan Brooks, and then turned back. Several motorcycles raised their front wheels, shouted, and swung their watermelon knives as they charged at Ethan Brooks.

"Ling...!" Isabella was about to shout for Ethan Brooks to be careful, but suddenly remembered that she couldn't let those people know Ethan Brooks' real name, so she only worriedly shouted out one word.

"It's okay," Ethan Brooks said indifferently, and picked up the pistol that Biao had dropped on the ground.

The childhood shadows that had almost been forgotten were stimulated by these people and once again hovered in Ethan Brooks' mind. At this moment, Ethan Brooks had entered a state of berserk, but the closer Ethan Brooks was to berserk, the calmer he became.

Ethan Brooks walked into the group of motorcycles and, without thinking, pulled the safety of the pistol and fired at the nearest motorcyclist. The young man who was struggling to ride on one wheel fell off the bike, and blood left a trail on the ground. Then, without moving his feet, Ethan Brooks fired at the surrounding motorcycles. There was no gap between the shots. The motorcyclists had no time to escape and were all lying flat within ten seconds.

Fortunately, at this time, Ethan Brooks' shooting skills were not sharp enough. None of the shots hit vital spots, but it was enough for them to spend the rest of their lives studying the secrets of being disabled but not completely incapacitated.

Ethan Brooks followed the dazed gazes of the motorcyclists who hadn't been shot and walked over to the leader, a long - haired young man. He unzipped the backpack on the back of the motorcycle, revealing a mace inside.

"Which hand touched my girlfriend? Show it," Ethan Brooks said coldly.

The young man, of course, dared not extend his hand. Although he had been shot in the abdomen, he was still conscious, at least more so than when he was on drugs.

Ethan Brooks nodded, raised the mace, and swung it forcefully at the face of the young man's companion. With a loud bang, the companion's face was smashed into a pulp, and he rolled on the ground in agony.

"Show your hand," Ethan Brooks looked at the young man coldly.

The young man began to cry, shaking his head vigorously, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing in pain.

Ethan Brooks nodded again, and like playing golf, he swung the mace at the chin of a female motorcyclist. Several teeth flew out of her mouth, and she didn't even have time to scream in pain.

"Show your hand," Ethan Brooks' voice became stern.

The young man, crying, extended his hand like a child afraid of being punished for a mistake.

"Damn it!" Ethan Brooks' mace came down, and the onlookers faintly saw something finger - like falling to the ground and wriggling. The young man, like a spring, jumped around on the ground, seemingly celebrating something.

Only then did Ethan Brooks seem to let out a breath, throwing the mace on the ground and saying to the others, "The bag!"

The terrified motorcyclists tossed a beige handbag to Ethan Brooks.

Ethan Brooks turned around, took the bag from Isabella, and, still holding her waist, walked away with her.

Isabella was also somewhat stunned by Ethan Brooks' actions and didn't resist, allowing him to lead her away.

Ethan Brooks walked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he and Isabella had left the district.

Isabella regained some of her composure and only then realized that Ethan Brooks was holding her waist. Her face began to turn red, but she was too embarrassed to ask him to let go.

Just as Isabella felt awkward, Ethan Brooks released his hold on her waist and said, "Do you think I'm too cruel?"

Isabella looked into the man's eyes, which now seemed so melancholic. She replied, "I believe you have your reasons. I want to hear your explanation."

"When a woman says she wants to hear a man's explanation, it means she will accept any reason he gives, no matter how absurd," Ethan Brooks said. The emotions he had been suppressing were momentarily released, revealing his true nature beneath his usually reserved demeanor. His words became sharper, which could be considered a form of teasing.

Isabella's face turned red as she looked at Ethan Brooks. He no longer resembled the harmless, reserved boy she had met earlier. Instead, he exuded an irresistible charm that was extremely attractive to the opposite sex.

"I want to hear it," Isabella said, lowering her head slightly.

"The rational explanation is that if we don't overpower these thugs in terms of momentum, they will keep causing trouble over and over again. The school is not far from here, and I don't want to be bothered by them. It's better to beat them so they won't dare to approach you. That's the official reason," Ethan Brooks said. As a young man seeking revenge, Ethan Brooks had once considered joining the police academy and had studied the criminal psychology of various social strata. However, a diary of his father later made him lose interest.

"Since that's the official reason, there must be a real one. What is it?" Isabella continued to ask.

Suddenly, Ethan Brooks' expression darkened, and Isabella sensitively detected a sense of sorrow emanating from him. She suddenly realized that she had touched on a painful subject for Ethan Brooks.

After a long silence, Ethan Brooks said, "I don't want to talk about it. Just think of me as having a dark side."

Isabella was very dissatisfied with Ethan Brooks' answer. She didn't believe that he was a naturally cruel and combative person. However, she also didn't want to press him for reasons, because everyone has secrets they don't want to share. But Isabella had genuinely sensed the sadness in Ethan Brooks' heart. She realized that she had become curious about him, and when a woman becomes curious about a man, that is the first step towards her falling for him.

The two walked in silence for a while, and then Isabella looked up at Ethan Brooks and said, "Ethan Brooks..."

"What?" Ethan Brooks replied.

"In three days... there's a freshman ball in the Art Department... I don't have a date yet... will you be my escort?"