Just then, the door to the fast food joint slammed open. A delivery guy in a yellow jacket stormed in and punched Quinton straight in the head.

"Quinton, you bastard! How dare you hit Christie? I'll die before I let you get away with that!"

Quinton, trained in martial arts, was no ordinary fighter. He easily dodged the hit, spun around, and slammed his fist into the guy's chest.

With a loud gasp, the delivery guy coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Christina screamed and ran to him. "Leroy! Leroy, are you okay?"

It was her younger brother, Leroy, who had charged in to defend her.

Now, one sibling worked the counter, and the other delivered food. After their family went bankrupt, Irene had been bedridden and too sick to help.

"Christie… run! Even if I die today, I won't let this psycho hurt you. Just go!" Leroy's voice shook with pain, blood dripping from his mouth as he struggled to stand again.

Quinton's eyes gleamed with malice. "Well, well, look who deliver