Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！
Chapter 113: You Dare to Hit My Male God?!

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: You Dare to Hit My Male God?!

Ariel Morris’s heart pounded fiercely as she asked with a trace of anxiety and fear, "Arlo Seys---what’s wrong with you?" As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up, only to be shocked by the sight in front of her, her face turning a shade paler.

Arlo Seys held her protectively in his arms, tightly shielding her with his chest, forming a defensive wall for her. His raised left hand caught a thick stick, which was swung by one of the thugs Arlo had just knocked down.

Arlo Seys’s face turned unusually pale, his brows slightly furrowed, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Arlo Seys---!!"

Ariel Morris shouted in a low voice, her eyes bursting with fierce anger. She then forcefully pushed the thug holding the stick aside, dropping her shoulder bag and lifting it with both hands to fiercely smash it at her opponent. As she smashed, she angrily shouted, "Bullying my idol! You dare bully my idol! You hit his face and even dare to sneak attack! If my idol becomes crippled, I’ll tear you apart! Bastard!!"

Sometimes when a girl gets angry and fights, her skills can be on par with a boy’s. Seeing Arlo Seys injured, Ariel Morris’s anger flared up violently, fueling her strength, and her attack was swift and relentless as she smashed at her opponent.

The thug screamed and covered his head as he ran away from Ariel Morris’s onslaught.

Watching Ariel Morris furiously attacking someone in front of him for the first time, Arlo Seys found that the pain in his left hand miraculously became somewhat numb, easing the excruciating pain. His slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he couldn’t help but have a slight smile on his lips.

Why, watching Ariel Morris madly attacking others, he didn’t find her rude or shrewish, but instead found her straightforward and touching?

The more Ariel Morris smashed, the angrier she became. She didn’t care about anything else, fiercely striking hard, aiming directly at the thugs’ heads.

"That’s for hitting my idol!"

"That’s for punching my idol’s face!!"

"You think girls are easy to bully, don’t you!!"

"You bunch of scum and villains! Attacking my idol! Jealous because my idol is better looking than you!!"

"If you have the guts, fight my idol fair and square! What’s the skill in sneak attacks with sticks! Despicable!"

"Can’t beat my idol so you target a girl like me, where’s your dignity? Huh? Dignity, where is it? You got any left?!"

"Do you even know how to spell shame? You’re a capital loser! You bunch of losers! Scum of society!!"

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The thugs found no advantage and with Ariel Morris going crazy, yelling and smashing, her loud voice caused passersby at the alley entrance to turn their heads to see what was happening. Afraid that things would escalate and attract the police, the thugs viciously glared at Ariel Morris and Arlo Seys, leaving a threat of "Just you wait" before supporting each other as they left.

Only after watching the thugs leave did Ariel Morris finally heave a sigh of relief. She paused to catch her breath, then immediately turned to rush toward the injured Arlo Seys.

Ariel Morris came to Arlo Seys’s side, supporting his injured left hand, her eyes full of concern as she softly reprimanded, "Are you stupid! Such a thick stick, and you use your hand to block it?!"

Arlo Seys gazed into the disheveled hair of the girl in front of him, who had just been angrily attacking someone, her pure face flushed from exertion, making her appear all the more charming and delightful. A slight unease flickered through Arlo Seys’s heart, momentarily unsteady, and he absentmindedly blurted out, "If I don’t block it, it would have hit your head instead."

"...." Ariel Morris was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Arlo Seys with pursed lips, her voice carrying a slight unnatural tension, "Arlo Seys----are you this good to every girl? Do you take such care of every girl?"

In such a dangerous situation, willing to risk his hand for another’s safety. If the stick had been swung harder, or if it hit his head, what then? Had he thought about that?...