They were outside the restaurant now. The light was dim and it was late, so no one noticed them.
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Calvert clutch Sheffield's collar. "Let go of him! Now!" she ordered.
With the same joker's smile on his face, Sheffield released Evelyn's hand and pulled her behind him. "Get back, honey. I'd really hate for your clothes to get ruined by their blood. They can't afford those sick threads."
Evelyn was rendered speechless. How could he crack jokes at a time like this? Calvert was no pushover. This wasn't a joking matter.
Calvert moved his hands up a little bit and fastened his grip around Sheffield's neck.
Evelyn shot an anxious look to her ace in the hole, Tayson, who was hiding in the dark. She gestured to him.
Without waiting for her to say anything, Tayson walked over to her slowly and said in a soft voice, "Miss Huo, please stand aside. I don't want you to get hurt."
Worry could be seen in Evelyn's eyes. "Separate those two, please. Don't let Calvert hurt Sheffield."
Taking a glance at the slovenly man being choked, Tayson had mixed feelings.
Before Tayson could take action, Calvert was tightening his grip, intending to take Sheffield to the ground. Sheffield felt his world go black. He moved his hand outside his guard, took two of his foe's fingers from around his throat, and twisted. Hard. Calvert, unprepared for the wrenching pain, stopped his attack.
Evelyn saw what was going on. She witnessed how Sheffield had turned the tables and taught Calvert a lesson.
All of a sudden, he lifted his right leg and kicked hard at Calvert's knee. Then he retreated a step further. Calvert was knocked to the ground before he was able to fight back, nursing a sprained knee with possibly broken fingers.
With that, Evelyn went quiet.
Maybe her man was not as weak as he looked.
Seeing her brother was hurt, Rowena cried out, "Aaah! Leave him alone!"
But Sheffield wasn't done. He pounced on the man on the ground, and started punching his face. Blood flecked his knuckles.
Calvert was not a person to be trifled with. Even on the ground he was dangerous. He wrapped his legs around Sheffield's body, propped himself up on his elbow, then got to his feet, trapping Sheffield's arm so he couldn't punch him.
Evelyn got worried again when Calvert rose. "Tayson, go..." She was going to ask Tayson to go help Sheffield. But before she could finish her sentence, Sheffield headbutted Calvert, knocking him to the ground again.
He was so quick Evelyn didn't even see clearly how he did it. Once again, he started raining blows on Evelyn's ex-boyfriend. Calvert was getting some blows in of his own. Elbows strikes, block, and grappling. None of these really had the advantage.
Looking at the scene, Tayson whispered to Evelyn, "May I suggest holding back? Mr. Tang is not as simple as he seems."
As time went by, she also gradually realized that Sheffield was not as dumb as he looked. She used to think he was just a doctor, but now she realized that he was highly skilled at martial arts as well.
So surgery wasn't the only thing he was good at. He also studied Chinese medicine and was developing new drugs to alter how medicine was practiced in the country. People called him Maestro Tang since he was a championship racer.
She'd never seen him like this. There had never been a reason. And this was just one more thing that surprised Evelyn.
Evelyn wondered what else he was good at.
And wondered if she really wanted to find out.
With Rowena's shrieks providing an impromptu soundtrack, Sheffield beat the tar out of Calvert, even worse than Carlos had beaten Sheffield. Calvert's face was a mess, almost unrecognizable.
Rowena made a phone call, and several bodyguards came out of the darkness and rushed towards them.
When Evelyn saw those men, once again, she wanted to ask Tayson to help Sheffield, but then she thought it was better to sit back and watch.
Sure enough, Sheffield didn't disappoint her. When one bodyguard got too close, Sheffield laced his fingers around his head, forcing it down while he jammed knee after knee into the man's gut. When a second one approached, he moved the clinched man's body between him and his buddy. The second bodyguard kept trying to punch over his friend, unable to connect. He used similar tactics when more attackers showed up. Dealing with those men was a breeze to him.
After giving these bodyguards a good beating, he went to hit Calvert, who couldn't even stand up. Most of his weight was supported by Rowena. This time, Evelyn stopped him. "Sheffield! It's over."
Panting, he lowered his fist and tidied his clothes. Calvert's eyes were as venomous as a viper's. Sheffield took a few breaths, then warned him hoarsely, "Listen up. Stay away from my wife, or I'll dig out your organs and auction them off online."
Calvert was too angry to control himself. He let go of Rowena and staggered to Sheffield again, swinging wildly. He was stopped by Rowena's scream. "Stop! Just stop..."
"In case I didn't make myself clear..." Sheffield took out a scalpel from his pocket, waved it in front of brother and sister, and said with a grin, "I could start right away, in fact!"
Looking at the scalpel, Calvert said through clenched teeth, "Try it!"
"No problem! You think I'm afraid? Humph! " Sheffield held out his hand with the scalpel and swung it at Calvert's waist.
Rowena turned to Evelyn and said, "Evelyn, I'm so disappointed in you. How could you allow him to be so rude to my brother?"
Sheffield cast a glance at Rowena. Before she could react, she felt something cold on her neck, just under her ear. It was sharp, she could tell.
She was too frightened to move. She looked down and saw the scalpel. Her face went pale immediately.
"Who do you think you are? Don't talk to my wife that way! So how do you want it? I can take your beauty, or your life! One more word and I'll kill you!"
Calvert ordered, "Let's get out of here! This isn't over! Not by a long shot!"
The bodyguards and Rowena held Calvert upright and left, leaving Sheffield, Evelyn and Tayson behind.
After putting away the scalpel, Sheffield turned around and stood in front of Evelyn. Resting his arm around her shoulder, he said, "Let's go. Time for bed." But he didn't say much more, wincing from the damage he'd taken in the fight.
Evelyn reprimanded, "I told you not to mess with him."
Calvert was powerful. She was really worried about Sheffield's future safety.
Even though he was good at martial arts, everyone had their own weak point. And people like Calvert showed no mercy.
If Calvert took advantage of his weakness, the consequences would be disastrous.
Sheffield bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek. Then he said happily, "I know you're worried about me. Don't worry. I'm a scourge and I'll be around for millennia!"
Evelyn disagreed. "Who even says that?"
"Other people. About me!" When Sheffield was young, many people regarded him as a scourge.
"Don't say that again." He was a great guy. Evelyn wouldn't allow him to say that about himself.
"Yes, princess," replied Sheffield obediently.
"But what did that woman say to you? That man was trying to explain something to you, to apologize. Why?" He remembered that on their trip to Elephant Valley, Calvert called Evelyn then, and wanted to explain something to her.
Evelyn looked at him with dim eyes and answered frankly, "She said I was a jinx to my boyfriend and was not good enough for Calvert. She also said I jinxed my friends." Speaking of this, she laughed bitterly and said, "She's not wrong. Besides my ex-boyfriends who died, two of my best friends were hurt too. One was disabled and the other died young..."