"Hand over the money, or I'll stab you!" The middle-aged man roared at Bidegla and the other person, but they remained indifferent.
"Sir, if you are truly facing difficulties, speak up. We might be able to help you instead of resorting to such extreme measures," Bidegla said in a gentle tone.
"Shut up, give me the money, or you can both die!" The middle-aged man suddenly roared and lunged at Bidegla and the other person with the knife.
Witnessing the scene, Bidegla's expression changed dramatically. He never expected this man to be so deranged.
Now, Jennie Laura was lying on top of him, and the thought of her being stabbed in the back was unbearable for Bidegla. Without hesitation, he extended his left arm.
The sound of flesh tearing echoed as Bidegla felt a chilling sensation followed by excruciating pain. He couldn't believe this man was so brazen as to attempt murder in broad daylight.
"If you want to kill me, then you can die as well!" Seeing the man's madness, Bidegla knew there was no time for conversation. He pushed Jennie Laura away and punched the man in the face with all his might.
The force of the blow was astonishing, and the man let out a painful scream as he dropped the knife. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth, and it was clear that his nose was broken by Bidegla's punch.
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Bidegla kicked open the car door and pulled the driver out, delivering a series of brutal blows that resembled the squealing of a slaughtered pig.
The audacity of committing a murder in broad daylight had thoroughly enraged Bidegla.
"Have mercy," the man pleaded in a desperate, pained voice. "I had no choice. I owe a huge gambling debt, and if I don't pay, they will kill me."
"Stop, or someone will end up dead," Jennie Laura said as she emerged from the car and firmly held onto Bidegla, concerned about the consequences of killing someone in this era of the law.
"Miss, spare me. I had no choice, and I don't want to die," the man begged, seeing Jennie Laura as a lifeline and constantly pleading for mercy.
Jennie Laura couldn't bear to see him covered in blood and said to Bidegla, "Let him go; he seems pitiful."
"Get lost, and don't let me see you again!" Bidegla said, then kicked the man away, intending to hear his hardships, but he couldn't have expected him to be so deranged.
"Yes, I'll leave right away," the man said as if granted a reprieve, and then climbed into the car and fled the scene.
After the man had escaped, Jennie Laura noticed the bleeding wound on Bidegla's left hand.
"How did you get hurt?" She asked with a concerned and pale face, holding Bidegla's left hand.
"I'm fine," Bidegla shook his head. "If you're in a hurry, you can go ahead; you don't have to worry about me."
"What are you saying?" Jennie Laura glared at Bidegla and then said, "No, the wound is too severe; we must go to the hospital."
As she spoke, she took out tissues from her bag and gently wiped the wound on Bidegla's arm.
Watching her careful actions, Bidegla was truly touched and momentarily thought of her as his girlfriend. If he could have a girlfriend like her, it would be an extremely happy thing.
Shaking his head vigorously, Bidegla was startled by his own thoughts and blushed slightly.