35: Simon?

Henry's heart skipped a beat as he saw the car hurtling towards him.

Instinctively, he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the oncoming vehicle. He rolled to his feet, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene.

What the fuck was that? He was thankful he saw the car coming on time!

His eyes traveled to the car that just parked a bit far away from them. His eyes narrowed as he gazed silently at it.

At that moment, a thug at his back felt it was the right opportunity to strike and crept from behind, grabbing wooden plank, heading over to strike him with it.

He smirked as he raised it over his head, preparing to land it with so much force…

Henry, whose eyes were still clearly focused on the car, held the wooden plank with a little bit of his strength and used it to carry him up, kicking him in his stomach and causing him to fly far away from the scene.

He turned around and revealed a smirk etched with menace.

"You thought you could play a smart move?" he sneered, his voice
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