Chapter 115 Does It Hurt to See Him Like This?

Suddenly, a dozen guys came barreling down the stairs, heading straight for Liam and Idris. I froze, my eyes wide as I watched the brawl unfold before me. "Please stop fighting! Stop!" Moore's voice pierced the air, her terror palpable as she cowered in the corner, too scared to move an inch. I sprinted to Sweety's side, shielding her with my body, my eyes darting to the brawl unfolding before us. The Young brothers might have been silver-spoon kids, but they threw punches like street fighters, and with their black belts in Taekwondo, they held their own even when outnumbered. However, Idris was at a disadvantage with his injured hand, and it showed. The moment Idris floored a beefy guy, Noah whipped out a knife, lightning-fast, and lunged. My heart stopped. "Watch out!" I yelled. Idris, with reflexes like a cat, spun around at my shout. He caught Noah's wrist and, with a fierce twist, snapped it. The knife clattered to the ground. Without missing a beat, Idris's leg whipped a