Seeing Steve back down, Brett and his companions let out a smug burst of laughter.
Their attention was immediately drawn to Jennifer nearby.
Jennifer's voluptuous figure and stunningly beautiful face shone brilliantly beneath the sunlight. The teenagers, at an age when their hormones were running wild, instantly had greedy green gleams in their eyes.
"Wow, Brett, check out that chick! She's hot!" a tall, skinny boy whistled.
"Way better than the ones we saw in town last time!"
Brett's gaze stuck to Jennifer as well. He licked his lips, making no attempt to hide his desire. Ignoring Edward sitting beside her, he walked straight toward Jennifer.
"Hey, beautiful, all alone? The scenery here is nice, but I think you'd have more fun with us keeping you company." Brett flashed what he thought was a handsome smile and even reached out, intending to touch Jennifer's hair.
Jennifer's eyes instantly turned cold. A dangerous aura belonging to a Succubus began to swirl around her.
However, before she could act, another hand shot out faster and precisely seized Brett's reaching wrist.
It was Edward.
Somehow, he had already risen to his feet. His expression remained blank, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Take your filthy hand away." Edward's voice was calm.
Brett's wrist hurt fiercely under the grip, and the smile froze on his face. He tried to pull free, only to find that Edward's hand was like an iron vise, utterly immovable.
"Who the fuck are you? Let me go!" Humiliated and enraged, Brett threw a punch with his other hand at Edward's face.
Edward did not even look at him.
He suddenly twisted Brett's captured wrist and, at the same time, raised his right leg and delivered a clean, brutal kick to Brett's abdomen.
Bang!
A dull thud rang