She was the only one wearing thin clothing, feeling the warmth of his body as it brushed against hers. Even a slight movement in the confined space seemed charged with desire.

Raegan's body responded as though recalling a past familiarity, instinctively matching his movements. Reagan was suddenly reminded of his words... Her body seemed to recognize him on a profound level...

ALL of a sudden, a loud noise was heard.

The car's windshield suddenly shattered into pieces. In an instant, the car was unlocked.

Raegan panicked. Before she could grasp the situation, the car door was opened. Then, a pair of large hands pulled her out of the car.

Despite the abruptness, her rescuer ensured her safety and helped her to stand still.

Then, Raegan witnessed her rescuer's fist smash at Mitchel, who was still in the car. The man delivered the punch at Mitchel with all his might.

It was a direct hit, marking the first time Mitchel had received such a blow to the face.

Mitchel's expression hardened as he retaliated, seizing the man's arm and pinning the latter against the car. With no hesitation, he tightened his fist and was about to land a blow on the man.

Just as Mitchel was about to land a punch, a scream interrupted the moment. "Erick!"

Raegan's eyes went wide with shock upon recognizing her rescuer was actually Erick.

At that instant, Mitchel's expression turned terrifying. The overwhelming cold vibe he gave out sent shivers down everyone's spines.

Raegan cried out in desperation, "Please, don't hurt my brother!"

Upon hearing Raegan's words, Mitchel restrained his fist. He turned his gaze at Erick. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his cool. After all, Erick was Raegan's brother. He couldn't hurt Erick, or Raegan might hate him.

Raegan breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a trembling voice, “Erick, when did you..."

Before she could finish her words, she witnessed Erick delivering another fierce punch to Mitchel without hesitation. He landed a powerful blow to Mitchel's face.

Mitchel expelled a mouthful of blood. Half of his face was numb with pain, and the metallic scent of blood filled his mouth.

Yet, he refrained from fighting back, respecting Raegan's wish not to harm Erick.

Mitchel lowered his eyes slightly, his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth as he gritted through the punches from Erick.

In truth, when it came to fighting skills, Erick couldn't hold a candle to Mitchel, who had been trained since childhood.