The Healed Photoframe - A Dark Billionaire Romance

20. Behind the Mask🦋

When I came to the place where I left Ron, I saw Ron was waving a long wood log, making those groups of gangsters sway from side to side. But the situation is not so optimistic. Even though that log looked strong, it wouldn't last much longer. If anyone could manage to come close, Ron wouldn't be able to deal with all of them.

I took a deep breath and rushed forward, smashing his pipe on one of the gangster's shoulders. The gangster was caught off guard by this sudden attack. He screamed and fell to the ground.

Ron turned his head and glanced at me with amazement. Then his eyes fell on my hands, "This is good to use, give it to me."

I quickly threw the iron rod to him.

Ron held the iron pipe, turned around and struck it at two people, who were rushing forward, exposing a sinister smile, "This is good, it's good!"

I wanted to pick up the log that was on the ground but the scene was too chaotic. Ron stepped on the rod and almost slipped. Nevertheless, he lost his concentration. Then in a moment of confusion, he was kicked to the ground by someone.

I saw that the machete was about to drop, but it's beyond my reach.

Ron gritted his teeth and raised the iron pipe to block it. Two people next to him took this opportunity and rushed forward.

I knew I couldn't stand a chance with those thugs, but I would rather have a few broken bones than standing aside, while watching Ron getting hits. I braced myself and rushed forward and pushed one of the gangster's waists, using all of my strength and making the guy fall to the ground. I wanted to help Ron up from the ground, but he quickly shoved me away when he saw a shiny light flashed.

A smothered scream pierced my ears. I turned his head and saw that Ron's shoulder had been gashed by the blade, dark red blood splattered to the ground. My heart violently jerked as a buzzing alarm numbed my senses.

Ron struggled to get up. He struck the guy who gashed him with the iron pipe and threw him to the ground, continuously slamming his back and legs on the ground several times. The guy's companions were so shocked by Ron's ruthless expression and his level of brutality that they didn't dare to move forward for two to three seconds. A man in a yellow t-shirt turned to me.

Ron reacted quicker and jumped on him.

That yellow-t-shirt man raised his knife to strike but before I was able to dodge and avoid it, Ron grabbed the Yellow-t-shirt's boy's arm with one of his hands and twisted it hard.

That yellow-t-shirt shrieked in piercing screams. Ron's eyes were bloodshot as he mercilessly twisted that man's arm and used his foot to stomp on his elbow joint twice with the strength .

My lips shivered as I was watching Ron with wide eyes. Even I, myself who didn't have any medical knowledge immediately understood that, that man's arm was crippled.

Ron let go of that man's twisted arm but one leg remained trampling on his body. He turned his head grimly at the remaining gangsters.

The remaining three or four people didn't dare to move. They were obviously frightened by Ron's merciless brutality.

At this time, the sirens sounded at a distance. That group looked at each other and quickly got into the van, gave up on that yellow-t-shirt behind and left.

Ron sat down on the ground, gasping heavily.

I quickly squatted beside him and tried to touch Ron's wound with my trembling hand but hesitated because he was bleeding from that wound.