Chapter 2

Although reluctant, Sam and Mat advanced together. They were ready to swing their fists, while Ian appeared to retreat because he underestimated the mysterious man.

Jemima moved forward, in line with the mysterious man who had been protecting her. However, the man pulled Jemima back to stand behind him.

Sam pulled out a sharp weapon, intending to end it as quickly as possible because he was disgusted by the unkempt appearance of the man in front of him. He also couldn't stand the odor emanating from the man's body.

The mysterious man and Jemima took a few steps back, Sam began to launch an attack with his sharp weapon, but his target was Jemima. Fortunately, the weapon did not harm Jemima as it was blocked by the mysterious man's arm.

"Hey! What are you doing, Sam?!" Ian shouted, seeing Jemima almost injured by Sam's attack.

Both of Jemima's eyes widened in surprise when she saw blood starting to flow from under the sleeve of the shirt of the mysterious man who was currently protecting her.

"How? Does it hurt?" Sam taunted with a smirk.

"Why is this homeless guy silent, huh? Are you mute?" he taunted again, his face now grinning broadly.

The mysterious man remained motionless, seemingly unaffected by the insults. He didn't even feel any pain in his hands.

"Piuh! Pathetic man!" Ian's clear disdain was evident, whether it was directed at Sam for ignoring his words or at the mysterious man.

"Just kill him, Sam. The government won't blame us, after all, they're just pests!" Mat urged.

Hearing this, Sam chuckled with joy. This was his hobby - to strike someone like this. He prepared to attack again.

"Run!" Jemima whispered.

The mysterious man stopped, hoping he had misheard.

"Let's just run, fool!" Jemima's faint yet firm voice was clear.

"In this situation, we should avoid it," Jemima whispered again as she scoped out the surroundings, searching for an escape route.

‘What? This strange girl.’ The mysterious man's internal thoughts suddenly turned annoyed.

Jemima tightly held the hand of the mysterious man, ready to pull him away, but the man let go of her hand.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Do you want to die for me?" Jemima asked, her face displaying shock.

The mysterious man nodded. "Wh-what? You crazy man! I don't want anyone to sacrifice for me!" Jemima said irritably.

"IDIOT!" she muttered.

"What's wrong with sacrificing for a strange girl like you," the man muttered after long silence. Jemima looked confused as she heard this.

Meanwhile, Sam, unable to contain his impatience, once again swung his sharp weapon. This time, Jemima advanced, and the weapon cut into her arm.

The mysterious man was so surprised that he didn't even realize he kept Jemima shielded in his arms. Jemima glanced briefly at him, and their eyes met. Jemima looked pleased as she remained in the mysterious man's embrace.

"What are you doing, Sam? I wanted you to stab that tramp! Not my woman!" Ian bellowed.

"Mi-mi-mi-mistake, Ian. Didn't mean it," Sam replied, defending himself very easily and pretending to stumble as if he were afraid.

Ian glared, reluctant to waste his energy dealing with Sam. He stepped closer, ready to kick or punch the mysterious man to swiftly retake Jemima. Unfortunately, the mysterious man struck Ian first, causing Ian to stagger in pain.

Sam and Mat hurried to help Ian. They both retaliated against the man they perceived as a homeless person. However, to Ian's surprise, the focus of Sam and Mat's attacks shifted to Jemima. The two men once again aimed their sharp weapons at Jemima. However, the mysterious man immediately fought back, and the weapons stabbed his palm. Jemima began to feel very scared and shocked. How could she not be surprised when someone she didn't know continued to sacrifice themselves for her multiple times?

Observing the violence of the man named Sam and Mat, this time the mysterious man truly did not want to waste time. Miraculously, Jemima continued to be the target of the two men. The mysterious homeless man quickly kicked and punched Mat alternately until their knives were thrown far away. Sam and Mat looked overwhelmed, and amidst the chaos, Mat couldn't get up as he had fallen quite hard, causing pain in his lower back. Sam, on the other hand, was approached by the mysterious man, who quickly overpowered him, pummeling Sam with punches. Mat tried to rise to help Sam by striking the back of the mysterious man's head, but the punch had no effect. Now, the mysterious man turned to Mat with a sadistic look. Mat appeared frightened, as now the man he found repugnant was targeting him.

Mat glanced around until his eyes landed on his knife, which he immediately grabbed. However, in the blink of an eye, the mysterious man quickly snatched the sharp weapon from Mat's grasp. The man backed away, preparing to throw the knife at Mat. Mat's body stiffened, and his hands were raised, but unfortunately, the mysterious man did not spare him, as the weapon flew and immediately struck Mat in the palm of his hand.

"ARGH! No! My hand...," Mat groaned while holding his hand.

Mat is now feeling afraid as he looks at the face and sharp eyes of the man he considered a tramp, especially when the man turns back towards Sam and begins to pummel Sam's face, causing Sam to bleed profusely. The man seemed to be insane as if losing his sanity, with his blows being quite brutal.

"Enough! Stop!" cried Ian with a grimace, despite Sam's worst qualities, he was still a true friend in his eyes.

"Please, Jemi, stop that crazy man. Sam might die," Ian pleaded with Jemima, who was still frozen in place.

"We will leave, we won't bother you. Please, stop that madman, he is truly unwell, Jemi!" Ian called out again.

"Stop! Don't kill him!" exclaimed Jemima as she approached and placed her hand on the shoulder of the mysterious man who had been her savior.