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Chris frowned and knew he had to get there but he was still a bit far from her. He needed to do something from there.

"Hey move! Sit down!" He yelled frantically as he waved my hands at her motioning for her to sit down.

Isabelle leaned forward with confusion written visibly on her face while squinting her eyes and suddenly her eyes widened and she sat down right when the man grazed her arm with the knife.

"Psychopath," Chris muttered and threw him a punch making him fall on his butt.

"Ouch!" He groaned.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked grabbing Isabelle's arm.

He twisted her arm to examine her injured arm and didn't notice the man standing up with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Chris! Look out!" She yelled suddenly covering her mouth with her hand and her eyes wide open.

Chris swerved and grabbed the man's hand before he could strike with his knife. The man struggled to pull his hands out of Chris's bone-crushing grip.

'How dare him to touch our mate?! With his filthy hands?! I'l