In the past twenty-odd years of his life, Koa Jackson had probably never been called a "pretty boy" before. His expression froze for a moment, and his deep, sharp eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling, profound, and unfathomable side that exerted immense pressure.
The provocative man clearly sensed this as well, and he rolled his shoulders, ready to step forward.
Koa Jackson suddenly released Mia Ginger’s hand and gave her a push to the side. He quickly took a step forward, raised his leg, and delivered a swift side kick.
With a "bang," the big, burly man was sent flying.
He landed curled up on the steps of a roadside shop, then rolled down, dazed and dizzy.
The surrounding crowd let out a collective gasp of surprise.
The commotion finally alerted the other men who were originally attacking.
They decided to stop fighting for now. They turned around in unison, surrounding Koa Jackson.
Mia Ginger had seen him confront Louis Cox before, but seeing this situation now, her heart was in her throat, yet she didn’t dare step forward.
Mostly because she was afraid of causing trouble for Koa Jackson.
"Brother, what’s with this outfit?" The hooligans surrounding Koa Jackson sized him up, brushed their foreheads, let out a cold snort, and without another word, they all charged at him.
This wasn’t the first time Mia Ginger had seen a fight, but it was the first time she saw Koa Jackson in one.
Still in the alleyway, and against a few people .
It wasn’t really a fight; he didn’t even use his fists. His long legs swept through the air like the wind, and before the men even got close, they all fell to the ground wailing and crying, not knowing where they had been kicked, unable to get up.
The onlookers were clearly terrified by his aura; not a sound could be heard.
Mia Ginger took a deep breath, about to approach, but then noticed Koa Jackson stepping towards the man who had just been hit.
The man with the golden curly hair appeared quite young. He knelt on the ground, fiddling with the camera in his arms for a while, and his shoulders visibly slumped as he looked up.
His face was bruised and swollen.
Mia Ginger recognized him immediately.
Koa Jackson’s cousin whom she had met once at the Jackson Family.
No wonder he suddenly intervened.
"Oh my god, cousin, you’re really my savior!" Allen, despite being beaten up, didn’t show the slightest hint of depression. Holding the camera in his arms, he stood up and exclaimed with immense relief.
"What are you doing here?" Koa Jackson frowned.
"It’s a long story..."
"Then don’t bother telling it." Koa Jackson interrupted him directly, turning his head to beckon Mia Ginger over.
Once she was close, he re-held her hand and suggested, "Hungry? How about we go get something to eat now?"
"Sure," Mia Ginger sighed in relief.
The three of them, without bothering about the men on the ground wailing like ghosts, turned around and left.
Out of the alley, at Allen’s request, the three of them went to eat Western food.
After walking for a while, Allen naturally noticed that Koa Jackson and Mia Ginger were holding hands the entire time. After pouting and frowning several times, he turned to Mia Ginger with an aggrieved look and said, "Little Pepper, didn’t you say last time that you’re not my cousin’s girlfriend?"
"Don’t call me Little Pepper!"
Koa Jackson and Mia Ginger simultaneously snapped at him.
Allen shrank his neck, lowered his head, and continued fiddling with the camera in his hands.
His expression was now serious and focused, quite different from the playful banter earlier.
"What was going on just now? You were still protecting it. If I hadn’t shown up, what if you got seriously hurt?" Koa Jackson called over the waiter to order food, gave Allen a glance, and chided him.