Hero Saves Beauty

Although the situation was dire, Noah had no intention of giving up.

He had even begun planning for the company's future development.

His original goal had been to use the company's convenience as a major shareholder to serve his own needs.

But considering the current situation, perhaps he should simply take the company over completely.

Mar was, after all, a publicly listed company. After looking into it, he found that its foundation was far better than he had imagined.

Moreover, he had some promising research results on hand that he could use to help the company recover.

He naturally would not be willing to do that for someone else's company, but if it was his own company, then there was no problem.

Although his funds were getting a little tight, he was also thinking of ways to raise money and buy up the shares.

As long as he passed 67%, he could obtain absolute controlling interest.

Or perhaps sell off some technology?

After all, he was someone with a system.

Aside from the T-Virus, he had some biological technologies in hand. Selling them should bring in quite a bit of money.

For now, though, these were only ideas. Everything would have to wait until after the next shareholders' meeting.

The simplest way to raise money was naturally the same as before: raid the gangs' hideouts.

Hell's Kitchen had plenty of gangs, anyway.

There were even plenty of gangs outside Hell's Kitchen. They were all prime fat sheep.

Half a month later.

Hell's Kitchen had returned to peace.

Although several gangs had vanished without a sound, this was Hell's Kitchen.

Countless wolf-like gangs quickly pounced in and devoured the businesses those gangs had left behind.

On a cold, shadowy alleyway.

The clack of high heels rang out.

A stunningly beautiful woman walked over. Her arms were crossed beneath her chest, her curves overflowing; her high-slit qipao, mixed-race features, and long black hair gave her a distinctly exotic air in this country.

Yet her slightly unsteady steps and swaying body showed that she had drunk quite a lot.

"Damn Fischer. One day, I'm going to kill you!"

Caroline cursed under her breath.

As she walked, several thugs holding daggers appeared from nowhere.

Noticing them, Caroline showed no fear. Instead, an amused expression appeared on her face.

"Trash, are you trying to rob me of my money, or my body?"

Caroline's composure did not concern them.

"Hehe, naturally we're..."

Before he could finish, Caroline suddenly burst into motion, pouncing toward them like a cheetah.

The men's faces changed in shock. Before they could react, Caroline had already rushed up to one of them.

The man looked flustered. Caroline's face was icy as she struck his throat with one hand.

Hit so hard, the man was immediately wracked with pain and instinctively raised a hand to clutch his throat.

But Caroline did not stop. At the same time, she drove a kick upward.

"Ahhh—"

A scream rang out.

Seeing the man's miserable state, the others all felt a chill between their legs, their faces turning ugly.

"Bitch, kill her!"

The lead thug gripped his dagger and stabbed at Caroline.

Caroline's expression did not change as she counterattacked directly.

Her movements were incredibly crisp and efficient.

In only a few seconds, three men were already lying on the ground, howling in pain.

"Trash, and you dared try to rob a woman with just this much skill?"

Caroline spat, her face full of disdain.

Fear showed on the faces of the two still standing. This woman was not someone to mess with. They wanted to leave.

Before the two could make a decision, Caroline had already rushed at them first.

Seeing this, they gritted their teeth and charged at her as well.

At a time like this, there was no running away.

Caroline easily knocked one man down. Just as she kicked at another, the high heel under her foot slipped, sending the kick wide and nearly making her fall.

The thug had been ready to take the hit.

But when he saw such a good opportunity, he stabbed at Caroline without a second thought.

Caroline reacted and tried desperately to twist aside, but it was far too late.

The dagger had already carved a large gash across her waist.

Blood poured out, and Caroline's heart sank.

It was over.

The thug was naturally overjoyed at the sight.

He no longer had any thoughts of violating her. He only wanted to kill this dangerous woman.

Just then...

A young man dressed in black stepped out.

"So many men ganging up on one woman, and you still almost got taken down by her. Is the only meaning of your lives to waste air?"

His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally grating.

"This is none of your business. Get lost!"

The thug waved his bloodstained dagger, his face vicious.

Perhaps in his own mind, he looked like some terrifying demon from hell, enough to scare anyone away.

But Noah merely gave a cold smile.

This was Hell's Kitchen. As long as you walked down an alley at night, you were bound to come across a crime in progress.

The only thing that surprised him was that this attacked woman seemed to have taken the role of the hunter.

He had originally been about to leave, but the shift in their positions had happened too quickly.

In the end, he found himself standing here.

Caroline looked at the young man before her, her vision already beginning to blur.

Noah noticed Caroline's condition and stopped hesitating.

His foot moved, and he gathered the explosive force of his entire body before lunging forward.

Bang!

With a single punch, the only thug still standing was sent flying more than two meters away, unable to get back up at all.

Walking over to the woman, Noah asked, "How are you?"

Caroline's mind grew increasingly hazy, but she still forced herself to say, "I won't die..."

"..."

Watching the woman faint after saying only one sentence, Noah's face showed a hint of helplessness.

He had thought this would be a perfect hero-saving-beauty moment. He had saved the beauty, but had not even had time to say much to her.

Countless Corpse-Eating Insects poured out from the sewer pipes. As several terrified thugs begged relentlessly for mercy, Noah expressionlessly picked up the woman, who was clearly of mixed race, and headed for the hospital.

As for the screams behind him, Noah did not care in the slightest.

He felt that he was becoming less and less like a good person.

By the time Caroline woke up in the hospital, the sky was already bright.

She touched the wound at her waist and remembered what had happened the night before, immediately letting out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she felt somewhat annoyed. If she had not drunk too much, how could she possibly have failed to deal with even those few thugs?

Just as she was thinking about it, the ward door opened.

"Hm? You're awake."

Noah walked in with a kind smile on his face.

"Thank you for saving me."

"It was nothing. I was just passing by, and I didn't really do much. If you hadn't already taken care of most of them, I wouldn't have dared to step in."

Noah said with a cheerful smile.

"Is that so?"

Caroline was somewhat doubtful.

Although this man looked as friendly as the boy next door, she felt as though she had forgotten something.