Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 370

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**
**Chapter 370: They Slander Him**

“Take it easy. I’ve already got our guys on it. There’s no way we can’t handle just one girl!”

The older brother, a seasoned troublemaker himself, understood precisely what his younger sibling was implying.

He had gathered a few local thugs, men who had been causing chaos and intimidation since their childhoods, and who were still at it well into their middle age.

For them, fighting was not just a pastime; it was a way of life, a daily ritual that fed their egos.

These men were so overconfident, they likely believed they could take on a wild beast without a second thought.

However, before these fools could even lay a finger on Amelia, the one leading the charge was sent sprawling several feet away, courtesy of a single, powerful kick delivered by Jeremy.

“Looks like you’ve got a death wish. You really think you can touch her?”

The thug who had been kicked was now sprawled on the ground, wailing in agony, his pride shattered along with his body.

From a corner of the motel, the owner peeked out, his eyes wide with astonishment. He was on the verge of giving Jeremy a huge thumbs-up, completely taken aback by the display of strength.

This guy is incredible!

With just one kick, he had sent that notorious troublemaker flying!

If he weren’t younger than her usual type and entirely out of her league, the motel owner mused, she would have considered marrying him right then and there.

The two older brothers stood frozen, their mouths agape, unable to comprehend the force behind Jeremy’s kick. It was as if he had sent the man hurtling toward the afterlife itself.

Their gang of thugs was now paralyzed with fear, no longer daring to advance.

Yet, the older brother, unwilling to let his pride be tarnished, shouted out, his face flushed with anger, “Don’t be scared! Get in there and beat him to a pulp!”

He was convinced that a whole group of them could easily overpower a pretty boy like Jeremy.

But life, with its penchant for irony, had other plans.

In the blink of an eye, the thugs charged at Jeremy and Amelia, their bravado returning in a desperate attempt to save face.

Amelia didn’t even have a moment to react. Jeremy was a whirlwind, kicking them away one by one, each strike precise and devastating.

These men were nothing more than small-time bullies. He didn’t even need to use his fists; his legs did all the talking.

His kicks landed squarely on each target, a testament to his skill.

Compared to the seasoned hitmen from the previous day, these thugs were mere children. There was no way they could hope to defeat either Jeremy or Amelia.

Jeremy alone was more than enough to send them packing.

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