37 Chapter 37: The Misadventure of a Handsome Guy

Owen abruptly stopped and turned around.

Not far away, in front of a taxi, a young handsome guy in a leather jacket was happily chatting up a blond-haired, blue-eyed girl. It was a scene reminiscent of the scam that had ensnared Amanda and her friends.

Owen's anger flared instantly, not just for any reason, but because the handsome guy in front of him was the same person from the movie who had tricked Amanda.

Owen hadn't planned to confront him; after all, this guy was just a peripheral member of the gang. Even if caught, he might not reveal any core secrets. Moreover, they already knew the specific location, so capturing him would be a waste of time and might even alert the others.

But fate had its ways, and seeing him tricking another girl, remembering Amanda was captured in a similar manner, Owen felt a surge of anger.

Seeing Owen change direction, Brian asked from behind, "What's wrong?"

Owen pointed at the handsome guy, "See that guy in the leather jacket? He's one of the bastards who kidnapped Amanda. He tricked Amanda and her friends into giving up their address. I'm going to teach him a lesson."

Owen was seething with rage. But before he could make a move, Brian had already dashed forward, grabbed the handsome guy who was about to duck into the taxi, and punched him in the gut. The handsome guy immediately curled up like a shrimp.

"Scumbag, where are they?"

The fury of a special agent father was not to be underestimated. Brian's punch knocked the handsome guy down onto the hood of the taxi, then he continued to rain punches down on him.

"What are you doing? Ah... Ah, why are you hitting me?"

"Tell me, the three American girls you kidnapped yesterday, where did you take them?"

Brian's punches came one after another, leaving the handsome guy with no strength to fight back.

"Ah, stop hitting me, stop. I don't know what you're talking about..."

The handsome guy covered his head with his hands, wailing on the hood of the taxi.

Owen didn't expect Brian to act so swiftly. By the time he approached, the handsome guy was already down. Owen didn't join in, but several of the handsome guy's accomplices surrounded them.

The attire of the newcomers was a clear sign of trouble. Owen, being a cop, had the basic judgment to recognize this. Two of them charged at Brian, while the other two headed for him.

Brian was still beating the handsome guy, unprepared for the attack from behind. One of the assailants grabbed his arms while another attempted to teach Brian a lesson from the front. A kick from Brian landed on the attacker's stomach, followed by an elbow strike to the nose of the person holding him from behind. The attacker recoiled in pain and was quickly subdued by Brian.

Owen's situation was similar. The first attacker underestimated him, taking small steps and gearing up for a heavy hit. But before he could reach Owen, Owen charged forward, delivering a knee strike to his face.

The attacker fell to the ground, unconscious. Seeing Owen's ferocity, the other attacker hesitated, took a few steps back, and drew a knife for a standoff.

People's attention was diverted by shouts from a distance - the taxi driver had gone to call the police. Seeing the police approach, the knife-wielding assailant didn't even care about his comrades; he put away his knife and disappeared into the crowd.

Owen didn't pursue but noticed someone in a black suit pushing through the crowd in the direction the assailant had left. This person didn't seem like a mere spectator; spectators don't behave like that. As the man reached the edge of the crowd and noticed Owen's gaze, he made a motion as if drawing a gun.

Owen, realizing the gravity of the situation, rushed forward. He wasn't about to let the man draw his weapon. In a moment, he grabbed the man's hand and pulled him forward by his collar. The man stumbled, and Owen delivered an elbow strike to his head, knocking him out.

Searching the man's suit, Owen found a gun. His mood didn't improve, though; gang members don't usually carry holstered guns, and they're not fond of suits. This made Owen suspect the man wasn't part of a gang.

Owen's actions continued; he kicked the gun into his own possession and found an ID in the man's inner pocket. It was from the French Internal Security Service. Why would someone from the security service be at the airport?

The taxi driver returned with the police, who were shouting something Owen couldn't understand, probably something along the lines of "Don't move." The crowd had dispersed when Owen found the gun, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

Turning around, Owen realized the handsome guy had taken the opportunity to flee. By the time Brian dealt with the other attackers, the handsome guy was already far away. Brian jumped into the taxi, which sped off, with Owen jumping into the passenger seat as the car sped away under the police's watchful eyes, chasing after the handsome guy.

The handsome guy was desperately running ahead, but the taxi was rapidly closing the distance. Two legs couldn't outrun four wheels. However, the guy was smart; after running a short distance, he jumped onto a busy overpass. The wrong-way taxi was blocked by traffic, forcing Owen and Brian to continue on foot.

The handsome guy kept running, panting heavily. Owen and Brian, fresh and determined, were quickly closing in. Realizing he couldn't run any further, the guy, in a panic, looked down at a cargo truck parked under the bridge, bit his lip, and jumped.

Owen and Brian arrived at the edge of the bridge just in time to see the guy climbing off the truck. Despite a nearly 20-meter fall, even with the truck breaking his fall to about a dozen meters, the guy was bold enough to jump.

After landing, the guy looked up triumphantly, retreating while giving them the middle finger.

Owen, watching from the bridge, couldn't help but cover his eyes. As expected, the handsome guy who had just escaped was hit by a speeding truck the next second.

Brian, frustrated, slapped the railing. Owen handed him a card, "It seems your friend isn't too welcoming of us."

The card belonged to the man Owen had knocked out, clearly identified as belonging to the French Internal Security Service.

The man was definitely sent by Ken. Both he and Ken were former CIA agents stationed in France. Unlike Ken, who chose to stay in France and even brought his family over, becoming a security consultant for the Internal Security Service with his past credentials, Brian had chosen to return home to mend his relationship with his daughter.