As the fat man stormed towards Ethan, his face reddening with rage, Ethan instinctively positioned himself to shield Emma.
On a normal day, he would have blocked the attack and made his move.
But today, he was carrying Emma and the fat man was coming at him so fast that he couldn't risk getting Emma injured.
Before the man could reach him, a strong, almost brick-like hand on the fat man's shoulder halted his progress and his hand stood midair.
Max twisted the fat man’s hand and he let out a loud cry of pain.
It was only after then that Max let go of his hand and stepped forward with an intimidating frown.
"You are courting death, fatty!" Max said with gritted teeth. If Ethan had given him the go ahead, the fat man who had dared to attack his boss would have been rolling on the floor
