The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 67

Left hook
Up to this point, Sam lacked extensive combat experience.

In this instant, he felt a twinge of nervousness, but he quickly regained his composure.

He had nothing to fear; the adversary’s handgun was gone, leaving only a fruit knife in his possession.

Sam’s body had been augmented by the system, boosting his attributes far beyond those of an ordinary person. Even if he were to be stabbed, as long as it wasn’t a critical area like the heart or neck, Sam would be fine, suffering at most a minor blood loss.

The man opposing him, looking both frantic and hysterical, cornered and desperate, what chances did he have against Sam’s punch?

This thought dispelled Sam’s fear. Of course, if this had been during his initial days in this world, his instinct would have been to flee and immediately call the police.

Recklessness has its limits; sometimes, bravery alone isn’t enough.

“Die!” Cael charged forward, the fruit knife in his hand gleaming coldly.

Zoe’s eyes widened in shock as she attempted to rise, to stop what was unfolding. She was reminded of a scene from years past, of how her brother lay in a pool of blood.

Zoe had been too late then, helplessly watching as her brother took his last breath.

She had never considered Sam a replacement for her young brother; they were too different in appearance and demeanor. Yet, she always harbored an innate desire to protect Sam.

She couldn’t bear the thought of witnessing such a tragedy unfold again, especially right before her eyes.

“No!” Zoe’s attempt to rise was too late.

Cael, in a frenzy, seemed to unleash his body’s latent potential, rapidly closing the distance to Sam.

Zoe dreaded the imminent, blood-soaked scene. She would have preferred to be in danger herself rather than Sam risking his life for her. If Sam died saving her, she would be consumed by endless guilt and self-reproach.

“Bang!!” The sound erupted.

But the anticipated scene did not materialize.

Cael’s knife didn’t penetrate Sam’s body; it didn’t even graze him. Sam, as if having foreseen the attack, precisely anticipated Cael’s intentions.

In that instant, his heightened focus and adrenaline made time seem to slow down, as if he had acquired a lower-tier version of time-freezing ability.

Cael’s movements appeared in slow motion, while Sam remained unaffected, his judgments swift and accurate.

Sam slightly shifted his body, allowing the knife’s blade to brush past him. This brief moment was all he needed.

As Cael, thrown off balance by his own force, struggled to regain his footing, Sam stood firm and ready.

His muscles tensed, ready to unleash a powerful force.

Left hook!

“Thump!!”

Cael was hit squarely by the left hook, his body spinning in the air.

Saliva mixed with blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed to the ground. The fruit knife slipped from his grasp, clattering aside.

Sam’s punch had utterly overwhelmed Cael, leaving him incapacitated, his head buzzing, nearly losing consciousness.

Sam didn’t check if Cael was dead. Instead, he approached Zoe, who sat crumpled on the ground, seemingly still in shock.

Zoe, who should have been youthful and charming, filled with a mature allure and gentle demeanor, now appeared disheveled and distraught.

Her thick, flowing hair was in disarray, tears streaking her cheeks. Her dress was dust-streaked, and her high heels seemed broken, revealing her feet clad in black stockings.

Sam looked at Zoe, who seemed dazed.

“It’s over now, are you okay?” His question was gentle, but hearing Sam’s voice brought Zoe back to reality. She seemed overwhelmed with emotion.

Suddenly, Zoe reached out, disregarding the pain in her ankle, and hugged Sam tightly.

Sam was taken aback, then heard Zoe sobbing in his ear. “Please, no more risks like this, I beg you, no more, please…”

Sam was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood why Zoe reacted this way.

He had succeeded in every aspect. He hadn’t made any mistakes, thanks to the system’s enhancement of his physical abilities, securing an overwhelming victory, almost like a successful heroic rescue.

But Zoe wouldn’t know any of this. In that moment, she could only think of her young brother, who had been killed in a brawl, losing his life.

So, her first plea wasn’t about whether he was hurt or expressing gratitude for his timely arrival, but a heartfelt appeal for Sam not to do this again. She couldn’t bear the thought of Sam suffering a fate similar to her brother’s.

Sam gently patted Zoe’s back, feeling the dampness of her tears on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, it won’t happen again. I’m fine, Zoe… Sister, you’re brave, you’ve been very brave.”

After a while, Zoe gradually composed herself, her eyes, brimming with tears, looked at Sam, still impressive and handsome. “I’m so glad you’re okay…”

Relief filled her eyes. If something had happened, she would never have forgiven herself.

She realized that she couldn’t bear to see Sam hurt before her eyes, almost feeling suffocated in that instant.

Sam smiled, about to say something, when suddenly,

“Beep-beep~~”

The sound of police sirens echoed from the end of the alley.

Zoe looked at Sam, puzzled. She knew the police had arrived, but how had they come so quickly?

Sam smiled at Zoe. “When you were heading home, I happened to be nearby. I saw that man following you, so I called the police as soon as I sensed danger. Now, we need to cooperate with the police and give our statements.”

Zoe then realized how meticulously Sam had planned everything. She nodded. “Okay, I understand, ah…”

As she tried to walk alongside Sam, Zoe felt a sharp pain in her ankle and nearly fell. Thankfully, Sam was there to support her.

Zoe didn’t want to appear weak. She stood up, insisting, “I’m fine, it was just a stumble. It’ll be okay soon, don’t worry…”

Sam glanced at her ankle and seemed to understand the situation.

Zoe sighed, feeling somewhat defeated. She had intended to look after Sam, but now, in front of him, she felt useless.

However, the next moment, Zoe saw Sam turn his back to her and crouch down in front of her.

She was surprised. “What are you doing?”

Sam looked back at Zoe, her eyes wide with a childlike innocence that belied her age. “Since your foot is injured, I’ll carry you on my back.”

For some reason, Zoe, who always considered herself brave, now felt an indescribable shyness. Hesitating, she carefully climbed onto Sam’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Sam easily stood up, even bouncing her slightly on his back, Zoe forgot her pain and the night’s dangers.

Her tension transformed into something else, a sweet joy that seemed to overflow from her heart.

They walked towards the police car, and Zoe wished she could cling to Sam’s back forever… never wanting to get down.

So reliable. So warm. So dear…

It seemed she was hopelessly, irrevocably falling in love with Sam.