The Invincible Arthur Gardner

Chapter 34 - A Lovely Aid

Arthur was shoved into the corner of the building near the garbage dump, far away from the main road,

by five men who had a delinquent air about them. He hadn't followed them there on purpose, but when

they had surrounded him and started pushing him away from the crowd, he had simply tried to avoid

contact with them. Besides, he was accustomed to dealing with people like that.

"I don't have much time," Arthur said quietly, his expression remaining tranquil and unruffled despite the Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

presence of the five people. "So, I hope you all will be able to leave shortly."

The five men in front of Arthur noticed him at the gadget store earlier, where he had purchased a few

items totaling tens of thousands of dollars, and now he was walking alone. "He's definitely wealthy!"

one of them murmured.

"He must be rich and stupid," one of the men scoffed. "Do you feel safe carrying that much money

around by yourself?"

"Give us the bag you brought with you," the man said sternly, "and we'll let you leave unharmed."

Arthur drew in a deep breath, absorbing the five people in front of him. His eyes were drawn to the man

in the middle, who he assumed was the leader of the group. He could tell by the way he carried

himself. And his name was Deacon.

"Why aren't you scared of us?" Deacon inquired, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Do you think this is

all a big joke? Or maybe because you have money, you think you're untouchable?"

Arthur shook his head and said, "No, not really. I'm all too familiar with people like you, and I'm used to

being beaten up by the likes of you. But that doesn't mean I have to be scared of you, does it?

Especially when you don't recognize the repercussions of your actions."

Deacon, the leader of the five, stepped up to Arthur and pushed him against the wall. "Listen here," he

growled, his face contorted in rage, "you pompous, rich man."

"I'll rip out your tongue for your filthy words. You can only stuff your face and use your money to

oppress the poor." he snarled as he attempted to shove Arthur's shoulder; however, Arthur was far too

strong for him to budge.

Living without a job in that city was incredibly difficult, so those who found themselves in that situation

could only rely on the kindness of strangers for aid. In desperation, some even resort to stealing and

attacking anyone they come across.

Deacon punched the wall right beside Arthur's face, and then he snarled menacingly, "I'm gonna take

all your stuff. I'm gonna beat you so bad that you'll either have to spend a fortune on medical bills or

else you'll end up disabled. But, hey, are you even a wealthy person? I've never seen a wealthy person

walking around alone like you. Did you steal the money?"

"Let's just beat him and take away the bag he brought," one of them suggested.

The others guffawed in agreement, chorusing, "He was only trying to look brave to hide his fear,

hahaha!"

Deacon then spat in Arthur's direction, but Arthur had swift reflexes and managed to tilt his head just in

time, so the spit missed his face.

Arthur could easily overpower five people standing before him, but he was debating internally whether

there was a better solution than violence that would prevent them from continuing their criminal activity.

Was there still a possibility of redemption and atonement for these individuals, or did they not deserve

to be forgiven?

He had encountered far too many rotten humans, from the lowest rungs of the city's social ladder to its

loftiest heights. The lower classes tried to rob others, while the wealthy used their money to buy favor

from the less privileged and oppress them.

In Arthur's eyes, both factions of people appeared to be the same. He even asked himself, musing,

"Are there any good people left in this city?"

Arthur took a deep, exasperated breath, feeling that he had spent too much time in the same spot. His

patience was beginning to wear thin.

Just as Arthur was about to retaliate, Deacon attempted to seize him by the collar. Arthur, however,

caught Deacon's fist and pinned him down, leaving him immobile. "I warned you!" he commanded.

Deacon smirked as he watched Arthur bravely attempt to fight him, providing him with an opportunity to

inflict pain and make him consume the same courage he had displayed with such recklessness.

Deacon was determined to make Arthur regret trying to fight the five people standing before him.

"Alright, guys," He declared, "Let's give him a lesson. Don't let him even think about fighting back -

make sure he's maimed and suffering for the rest of his life."

"Stop it!!!"

Deacon and Arthur, who were about to come to blows, heard a distant scream and abruptly stopped,

turning their heads towards the end of the building.

There, they saw a girl with a half-Asian, western-faced appearance, her jet-black hair billowing behind

her as she sprinted towards them. "Who the fuck is she?" they asked in unison.

"Hey, you guys!" she shouted, her voice full of indignation. "Aren't you ashamed of ganging up on one

guy like this?"

It was Alicia Morel, and she had been wandering around the area in search of Mr. Glitzy. Someone on

her network had suspected that he might be living in the vicinity.

Alicia acted without thinking, running and delivering powerful kicks to the group of men who were

attacking Arthur. One of them tried to block the kick with their arm but was immediately thrown to the

ground.

"Take her!" Deacon commanded, and three of them quickly stepped forward to surround Alicia, who

was bracing herself for a fight.

Deacon's eyes lit up with anticipation when he spotted the beautiful young girl in front of them. "Is it my

lucky day?" he said with an anticipatory gleam in his eyes and a thin line of drool trickling down his

chin.

"Hey you!" Alicia shouted at Arthur. "Are you really that stupid to let these thugs corner you like this?

Where's your bodyguard? Is it because you have too much money, or are you just dumb?"

A faint smile crossed Arthur's face as he looked at Alicia in amazement. She was a young woman, yet

she had been willing to put herself in danger to try to help him, even though she was outnumbered five-

to-one by them.

"No, miss," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I'm not backing down—I'm just letting them get their

frustration out. Thank you for offering to help, but I can handle this on my own."

Alicia rolled her eyes in frustration at Arthur's words. "All rich people are the same," she muttered.

"They always look down on others. I can't even imagine what would happen to your life if I didn't come

to help."

But at the same time, Arthur walked over to the girl, who was only about as tall as his mouth.

"How about we take them on together?" he suggested as he tried to copy Alicia's fighting stance and

sighed, feeling that he needed to add an extra session to his morning workouts.