Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 539

Chapter 539

Dicky moved his hands quickly in the air, emitting the sounds of something

tearing across the battlefield.

Sarah’s heart was throbbing furiously. Dicky’s attack was terrifying. Just the

sound of it gave her goosebumps, and she felt her skin prickling. If anyone

was caught by that attack, their whole body would be wracked by pain. Look

out, Emmanuel, she prayed in silence.

Emmanuel had just found his bearing, but Dicky was already gone. He quickly

concentrated and tried to find him through echolocation. He’s coming. He

heard the wind rustle on his left. Emmanuel quickly bent backward, and a

claw slammed down on him, tearing his clothes apart.

That was still not the end of it. Emmanuel couldn’t move his legs fast enough.

If he failed to move out of the way, Dicky might crush his legs. need to buy

some time.

Just when he thought he could get away fast enough, Dicky changed the

direction of his and lashed his claw straight at his chest. If the attack were to

connect, he would tear Emmanuel’s guts out.

Shocked, Emmanuel quickly fell down and got away from the attack. His back

hit the floor hard just as he lost his balance.

Dicky’s lackeys sneered. It was obvious that Emmanuel had lost control of the

battle, and Dicky could kill him in the very next moment.

Dicky/wasn’t planning to stop either. He lashed both claws out at Emmanuel’s

-throat.

We’re done for. Sarah knew that Emmanuel couldn’t get away either.

Emmanuel gritted his teeth. The look in his eyes was still sharp, but he had a

grim look on his face.

A moment before the attack could connect, someone from within the walls

shouted, “Stop!”

The interruption came just in time. Emmanuel managed to roll away, barely

dodging the attack. Dicky’s attack slammed into the ground, and he pulled

out a patch of the earth. If that attack had landed on Emmanuel, he would’ve

been killed.

Noticing that Dicky had stopped, Emmanuel was relieved, and he quickly

turned his sights to the wall. Everyone watched as a man with messy stubble

came out, and he clasped his hands together. “They’re here for me. Do

please show them mercy, Mr. Dickies.”

Dicky looked at the man with stubble, then he turned his sights to Emmanuel

as an arrogant smile curled his lips. “You should feel lucky you’re alive,

weakling. Try crossing me again and I’ll kill you,” he said smugly, then he

turned to the man. “Once you’re done talking to him, tell him to see me inside.

I have something I need him to do.”

The man nodded. “Of course, Mr. Dickies.”

Emmanuel had no idea who the man was, but he didn’t seem like an enemy.

If it weren’t for him, Emmanuel might’ve been hit by Dicky’s attacks.

“Are you able to get up?” The man came over and extended a hand.

“Emmanuel!” Sarah limped over, ignoring her wounds. Nervously, she said,

“You’re hurt. I’ll bandage your wounds.”

“It’s alright. This is nothing.” Emmanuel was grateful, but he told Sarah there

was nothing to worry about. Injuries of this level weren’t enough to kill him. It

was just a regular Tuesday for him.

Emmanuel accepted the man’s gesture and got up with his help. “Thank you

for your help, sir. May we know who you are?”