199: Keep your hands to yourself, unless you don't need them.

Keep your hands to yourself, unless you don't need them.

"Haha. Fancy car, eh?" The group of people chuckled, eyes on the fancy car ahead. They watched the driver's seat open, revealing the pretty boy Axel.  0

"Heyo, pretty boy!" said the man who was leaning against the bumper of his modified grey car. His hair was styled into a mohawk with a woman at his side, resting his arm over her shoulder. 

"You still came? Wow! Trying to win back your dignity?" the man laughed along with the others, looking at Axel with equal mockery and contempt. "And also, with a new fancy car. Really! I guess having a rich family is surely a privilege."

Axel frowned as his eyes glossed over the people looking at him from head to toe. They didn't have to say anything, as their eyes were enough for Axel to know their vicious thoughts. His jaw tightened before he huffed, deciding to ignore these people.

"And who is this pretty lady you got here?" the man sneered as his eyes veered at the person leaving the passenger seat. When the man mentioned, everyone in his group shifted their attention to Heaven. 

"Another pretty face." The woman sitting beside the man with a mohawk humored, licking her lips as if she immediately found Heaven as her competition. 

"Hah! Pretty boy, did you think bringing a muse will help you recover your morale?" the mohawk scorned, arching a brow. 

'Ugh… he's so ugly. What makes him think acting like that will make him look better?' Axel chose to stay silent, but he couldn't help but glare at them.

Heaven glanced at Axel, only to notice his increasing frustration. It was surprising he was keeping quiet, though. She then looked at the people ahead, raising a finger as she counted how many of them. 

"One, two… six." She rocked her head while the group of thugs raised their brows. 

"What are you doing, little missy?" the man with a mohawk peeled his arm from the lady beside him, pushing himself away from the bumper. He marched toward Heaven's direction, only to hear Axel's warning. 

"Oy, you ugly piece of shit! Leave her alone!" Axel blurted out, making Heaven and the mohawk look at him. 

'No wonder these guys were annoyed by him.'Heaven scrunched her nose up slightly. 'Can't he use other terms? But then again, this guy is really… not to judge, but he looked quite weird. Was it the hair?'

Heaven cocked her head to the side, studying the man's face. The wrinkles on his face had dirt stuck in them, and his skin was quite dry. His mohawk hairstyle, which was dyed bright orange, didn't complement his skin tone, making it appear darker and dirtier. Not to mention, his overall style was something that deprived him of the ability to intimidate someone. 

What a clown.

'If you're ugly, be good. If you can't, then be bad in style,' was her initial thought, considering everyone in the organization — especially those who received direct orders from Hera — never showed themselves unappealing. Even Moose, who looked like a drunkard goner earlier, would always dress up whenever he had to meet her in the past.

She liked everything pretty. If not, then at least presentable and neat.

"Hahaha… pretty boy, what did I tell you last time?" the man sneered, obviously annoyed at Axel's audacity to run his mouth again. "You better watch your mouth, but I guess we were too kind last time, huh?"

The man with an orange mohawk set his malicious eyes on Heaven, licking his lips as he looked at her up and down. Heaven was not wearing anything revealing. The only skin she was showing was her hands, neck, and face. Everything else was covered. Yet the man still leered at her, as if he was undressing her with his gaze. 

"Miss, let me tell you something." The man took a step to lessen the distance between him and the beauty, leering at her. "If I were you, don't go with him. Things might get ugly and it'll be a shame if you ruin that pretty face."

Heaven blinked almost innocently. "And who do you think should I go with? You?" the corners of her lips stretched until she let out a laugh of mockery. 

"Gosh. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" she added, sincerely curious about where was he getting this confidence from. "I'd be even more scared if I go with you. At least riding with this pretty boy makes me think I'm safer since he doesn't want to ruin his face as well. But with you? There's nothing to ruin! That'll be too unfair for me!"

The man's sneer gradually faded at the insensitive remarks coming out of this woman's mouth. 

"Hah… this bitch..." the man was speechless for a moment. "Wow. Now that I'm closer, I see you're probably just like him. A spoiled rich young lady who thinks being in here is cool."

The man ran his tongue across his inner cheek, taking another step closer to Heaven. "I wonder what will be the sound of your scream once I put my hands on you —" Just as the man took another step, a hand suddenly landed on top of his head. 

Huh?

The man froze as he caught a gigantic figure beside him. 

Bear tightened his grip on the man's head and bent lower until his face was at the man's shoulder level. He looked at the man plainly, twisting the man's head so the latter could face him. 

"You better keep your hands to yourself, boy," said Bear under his breath, looking at the man dead in the eyes. "Unless you don't need them anymore."

The man's face paled, looking at the old man who has an unbelievably huge physique. Before he could process who this stranger was, he felt his head tighten as Bear clutched it. A second later, the man's feet left the ground, only to land four steps back from Heaven. 

Axel's jaw almost dropped as he watched Bear move the man with a mohawk like a toy. How could he hold the man's head and then lift him like a chess piece? Now, Axel felt this sense of gratefulness that Bear carried him like a princess when he could do this to him instead!

"That is the line you can't cross," said Bear as he retrieved his hand from the top of the man's mohawk. "Don't overstep again."

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