After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 316

Chapter 316

“I'll make certain that every single person who hurt you pays the price!”

Michael's hands balled into fists with popping sounds, sounding rather bloodcurdling.

When he shifted his gaze back to the men in front of him, the chilliness in his eyes turned increasinglypronounced, and I could even sense that he wanted to kill them.

I had always harbored an inexplicable sense of faith in him. While he was facing so many people, I stillcouldn't help trusting him after hearing his remark earlier. I believed in his capability and had everyconfidence that there was nothing he couldn't resolve in this world.

“How impudent of you! You only got me because I was careless earlier! Now, I'm going to teach you alesson!” snarled the man whom Michael defeated earlier.

He stared into Michael's eyes with resentment written all over his face, the fury within his eyes burstinginto life once again.

“Well, that depends on whether you've got the ability to do so. Since you dared to make a move againstmy woman, you must pay a steep price!”

With a tense face, Michael pinned his dark and ominous gaze on the few men before him while exudinga suffocating aura.

The man probably didn't expect him to have the guts to talk back when he was outnumbered, for heimmediately went ballistic and barked at the men behind him, “Why the hell are the lot of you stillstanding there, twiddling your thumbs? Get him! I want him to be pummeled to within an inch of his

life!”

As soon as his words rang out, the men behind him charged forward. They surrounded Michael andstarted raining punches upon him.

My heart clenched tightly. Can he really fight so many people at once?

A short distance away, Emma was likewise stricken as she hid in the corner when she saw the menhitting Michael. I knew that she had feelings for him and naturally didn't want to see him hurt. But if shewere to order them at such a time, his attention would undoubtedly shift to her. And once he realizedthat it was her doing, he would never let her off the hook.

I initially thought that Michael would be hurt, but there wasn't a hint of panic on his face despite a fewmen attacking him at the same time. He deftly dodged their attacks and struck them mercilessly. Indoing so, he put a lot of strength into it and hit them at the weakest parts of the human body. Soon, thefive or six men were all groaning on the ground, seemingly in excruciating agony.

I had never seen him fight and had always thought that he was a mature man who would never do so.That day, however, gave me a new understanding of him. His look when he brawled had a feral allurecompared to his usual aloofness.

Even though I had just experienced such a horrific incident of having almost been violated, I wasentirely at ease right then. Michael is so powerful that the men here aren't his match at all. We'lldefinitely be able to leave safely!

There were still two men standing. One of them was the man who was first beaten by Michael. When

he saw Michael defeating the few of them without sustaining any injuries, fear crept onto his face.

“I didn't expect you to have such good fighting skills that you could beat a few of us alone. Anyhow, youshouldn't be poking your nose into this when there's no beef between us. If you leave now, I'll justpretend that nothing ever happened. But if you want to continue making trouble here, we're no easyprey either!”

Upon seeing the unfavorable situation, the man wanted Michael to leave. Nonetheless, he couldn'tlower himself to say that, thus feigned benevolence.

At that, a sneer tugged at Michael's lips. Then, he proclaimed in an icy voice, “If you don't haveAlzheimer's, you should remember me saying that she's my woman! Having made a move against mywoman, you should be the ones begging for mercy!”

His low and deep voice radiated arrogance, making it painfully clear that he wasn't at all intimidated bythe man before him.

The man initially wanted to use that opportunity to recoup his dignity, but his gaze turned vicious againwhen Michael gave him no leave. “It seems that you're adamant about making an enemy of us. In thatcase, don't blame us for showing you no mercy!”

After saying that, he whipped out a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Michael. His gaze wasalready colored with murder at that moment.

The rest of the men got up from the ground, swaying on their feet. They, too, fished out knives fromtheir pockets. From the look of things, they carried them around all the time.

In the end, six or seven men pointed a knife at Michael. At that sight, I couldn't help sucking in a breath.If they were merely fighting barehanded, Michael would only suffer a blow or two at most, even if hewere injured. Now, however, they all have knives in their hands while Michael has no weapon. If hewere slashed by a knife, the consequences would be disastrous!

With my heart in my throat, I kept my eyes firmly on the few men circling Michael, watching as the knifeswiped past him every single time. Never had I been that afraid in my entire life. Verily, I was scaredthat something would happen to him.

Though he's extremely skilled, all who surround him now hold knives in their hands. Naturally, it was farmore difficult for Michael to deal with them at present. They all rushed at him, but no fear showed onhis face. Instead, his gaze turned all the colder.

As he dodged their knives, he looked for opportunities to attack them. In that short time, the few mencouldn't inflict any injury on him either.

At that precise moment, the leader threw a look at the man beside him. The man instantly understoodhis meaning and charged at Michael.

Michael snorted, not in the least bit perturbed about the man. Turning his body sideways, he dodgedthe attack. In the next second, he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted hard. A snap rang out, and theman's arm was probably fractured.

It was then that the leader seized the opportunity to stab Michael in the back. Fortunately, Michaelreacted quickly and dodged. While he wasn't wounded fatally, the knife sliced deeply across his arm.

“Michael!”

As the blood gushing out of Michael's arm ran down his hand in rivulets and dripped onto the floor, Icried out his name in agony. At that very moment, it felt as though the knife stabbed me through theheart.

I struggled up from the table to rush over to him and check the severity of his injury.

“Stay back!”

Michael seemed to have noticed my intention, for his brows furrowed even as he bellowed that to me.

At once, I stood frozen to the spot, aware that he was worried that I would be in danger if I were to goover. At the same time, it would only hold him back since he would have to divide his attention toprotect me.

Regardless, I felt truly discomfited to see blood flowing down his arm and dripping down his fingers. If itweren't for me, he wouldn't have gotten hurt! This is all my fault!