7

"Stop! The police have intervened. You have little freedom left. Let him go!" I shouted sternly, and quickly dialed 110 and 120. Although I was filled with fear, I still pretended to be calm and did not dare to retreat.

Facing the group of arrogant hooligans, I was alone and obviously no match for them. Moreover, Lena Brown was holding a weapon tightly in her hand, and the situation was extremely critical. However, when the alarm was heard, the hooligans fled like frightened birds. When Lena Brown saw that it was me, she was not afraid at all, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

Seeing that she was alone, I rushed forward without hesitation, kicked the steel pipe out of her hand, and knocked her to the ground. I rode on her and slapped her repeatedly until she was dizzy and almost lost consciousness.

" Ahhh! Serena Brown ! How dare you do this to me!" Lena Brown struggled, scratching my neck with her claw-like fingers, leaving bloody marks. I was in pain and was pushed away by her.

At this time, the sound of sirens came closer and closer, and Lena Brown finally showed her fear and fled the scene in a panic.

"Ryan Smith!" I called my brother's name anxiously.

"Sister...sister..." My brother responded weakly, his body twitching slightly, his face swollen, and blood on the corners of his mouth, but he still tried to force a smile and comfort me.

My heart was broken, but I didn't dare to move him easily, for fear of causing secondary injuries. I wanted to cut Lena Brown into pieces! I knew very well that all this was because she found out Ryan Smith's identity and deliberately found gangsters to take revenge. She did this just to demonstrate to me!

Soon, an ambulance arrived and took Ryan Smith to the hospital. His adoptive parents also rushed over, their eyes full of worry and despair. In the hospital, they cried until their eyes were red, and their originally straight backs seemed to be bent by the burden of life.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. It's all my fault that Ryan Smith got into trouble." I lowered my head in guilt, not daring to look them in the eye. I couldn't imagine how they would face their future life if Ryan Smith got hurt.

My adoptive father was a man of few words. With red eyes, he patted my shoulder and told me not to blame myself. My adoptive mother held my hand tightly and cried. Fortunately, Ryan Smith was not in danger of death, but his injuries were not light. He had multiple injuries on his body and face, and his arm was broken by the steel pipe. He needed to go home to recuperate for three months.