Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: CHAPTER 76 Chapter 76: CHAPTER 76 The man continued to wail on the ground as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he extorted a hefty sum from Dexter.

The girl sitting beside me cautiously approached and discreetly filmed the shameless man before nervously asking me, “Miss, is he your boyfriend?

He seems so cool.” I looked up at Dexter, who was glaring at the man.

He was probably already thinking about how to deal with this guy and put an end to this nuisance.

Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile.

“Yeah, that’s just his personality.” “I’m warning you, this won’t stop until you pay up.

Are you in cahoots with this disgraceful woman to attack people in broad daylight?” The man continued his tirade.

Since no one was paying him any mind, he redirected his accusations toward the girl beside me.

In truth, the girl’s attire was quite normal.

She was wearing a floral sundress that accentuated her well-proportioned figure.

She gave off a sunny, youthful vibe.

But the man persisted in criticizing her attire.

“You’re the indecent one,” the girl retorted in tears.

Dexter’s glare sent shivers down the man’s spine.

I guessed if the man knew Dexter was mentally ill, he would be trembling in fear.

Indeed, the man seemed genuinely scared.

He hesitantly inched away from Dexter on the ground.

“What are you looking at?” He didn’t dare provoke Dexter, who towered over him, so he directed his aggression toward me.

I sighed, reaching out to tug at Dexter’s sleeve.

I wasn’t afraid of the man extorting us; I was afraid Dexter might lose control.

I didn’t understand the world of the mentally ill.

They were too unpredictable.

“I’m telling you, you have to pay up, or this won’t end!” the man continued to scream.

“He’s trying to blame you guys.

I bet he’ll call the police.

When they arrive, I’ll testify for you,” the girl offered to help us avoid trouble with the man.

I remained silent and held onto Dexter tightly.

“You’re all a bunch of crooks.

I bet you two are prostitutes too!” The man persisted in his accusations.

With a loud thud, Dexter stepped forward and kicked the man against the subway door.

The man’s greasy face bore the imprint of Dexter’s shoe, and blood began to trickle from his nose.

“He assaulted me!

Help!

Assault!” the man started to cry out, attempting to attract more attention.

Dexter walked over, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the eye.

He crouched there with an impassive expression, as if he were engaged in something intriguing.

He grabbed the man’s collar and effortlessly delivered another punch, swelling both of the man’s eyes.

The man let out a cry as he looked fearfully at Dexter.

Despite being a middle-aged man with considerable strength, he was completely overpowered by Dexter.

Although Dexter appeared slender and tall, he possessed an unexpected amount of strength.

“Dexter…” I nervously stood up, attempting to intervene.

Meanwhile, the girl beside me admirably covered her mouth.

“Oh my god, he’s so crazy!

I love it.” I couldn’t comprehend the girl’s comment in this situation.

Dexter glanced back at me.

The man attempted to launch a surprise attack on Dexter.

Instinctively, I tried to help him, but the man’s strike missed.

Dexter caught it instead.

He truly was quite mad.

With everyone watching, he grasped the man’s wrist and exerted a firm pressure.

There was a crack, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

The man’s phone fell from his pocket as he writhed in pain on the ground.

I facepalmed.

This was really bad.

“I hereby declare that I’m done idolizing celebrities.

I’m going after him.

He’s so handsome!” The girl excitedly filmed Dexter.

I surveyed the scene and realized that a crowd had gathered around us, many recording the incident on their phones.

This was concerning.

“Dexter, you went too far,” I said.

Then, I angrily approached and grabbed his arm.

“This is a public setting.

He was just occupying seats.

Did you really need to be so brutal?” Suddenly, I remembered the day I first woke up in Sophia’s body, when he almost strangled me just because he couldn’t find his bracelet.

Dexter was mentally ill and prone to harming others.

“Apologize to this gentleman!” I feared Dexter might get into trouble and end up forcibly confined to a psychiatric hospital, so I had to make him apologize first.

Dexter lowered his head slightly, looking somewhat aggrieved.

He picked up the man’s phone in silence.

“And return his phone!” I couldn’t fathom what was going through his mind.

The complexities of interacting with someone afflicted by mental illness began to weigh heavily on my mind.

“Sir, I’ll take you to the hospital at the next stop.” I wanted to calm the man down first.

The man held his wrist in pain, but he stopped yelling and didn’t dare ask for his phone back.

I sighed, realizing a trip to the police station was inevitable.

“Miss, please don’t scold him.

He did nothing wrong.

This man harassed us first, and this man here acted bravely,” the girl next to me earnestly defended Dexter.

“But…” I wanted to say Dexter was mentally ill, but saying it aloud would hurt his pride.

I had to change my approach.

“Even so, he shouldn’t have been so rough.” Dexter remained silent.

As the train pulled into the station, the police arrived.

“No, I won’t press charges.

Just give me my phone and let me go,” the man suddenly changed his mind about involving the police and just wanted his phone back so that he could leave.

I looked at the man suspiciously and then glanced at Dexter, who had been following me with a resigned expression.

Instead of returning the phone to the man, Dexter handed it over to the police.

“He was taking photos,” he said.

The police hesitated for a moment before instructing the man to unlock his phone.

But the man refused.

Suddenly, it became clear to me why he was monopolizing three seats and why he seemed so fixated on the girl’s attire.

He was taking upskirt photos of the girl.

Fearing someone might catch him in the act, he occupied three seats all by himself.

The police forcefully made the man unlock his phone and open the photo gallery.

There were over a thousand pictures, all of them secretly taken photos of women on the subway-upskirt shots, chest shots, and more.

The girl in the sundress looked at the photos with horror, screamed, and kicked the man while clutching her skirt.

“Police!

He’s a pervert!

I’ll sue him!” I looked at Dexter, feeling guilty.

I had misunderstood him.

Dexter didn’t say anything and kept his head down.

We all went to the police station.

The girl kept talking to Dexter with admiration, but he remained silent throughout.

“I admit to taking indecent photos, which was wrong, but he assaulted me.

I’m going to sue him because he broke my wrist.” At the police station, the man toughened up.

Since he couldn’t escape the charge of secretly taking photos, he wouldn’t let Dexter off easily.

“My husband stepped in to stop the man’s misconduct, especially because the man provoked him first,” I stood in front of Dexter, defending him.

Dexter’s eyes lit up as he looked at me.

He was happy that I stood up for him.

“I’m Dexter’s assistant,” Ewan arrived with the best lawyer in Huma.

I sighed with relief.

I knew that with their arrival, Dexter would be fine.

To my surprise, Ewan gave the police a red document, which turned out to be Dexter’s mental disability certificate.

The sleazy man, who had been making a fuss, suddenly fell silent.

His expression turned to fear.