Chapter 627 Thunderbol (2/2)

The man stood there looking at him, then nodded and walked towards the back.

Sophie got out of the car, too. She took a closer look and said loudly, ”Hi, Mr. Muller?”

The tall man heading back turned around abruptly and said, ”Don't say my name out loud - oh, oh, oh.”

His response was very strange. At first his tone was harsh but soon it became gentle. Then, he mumbled a few sentences, as though he were talking to himself.

Sophie said, ”Mister, have you forgotten me? I'm Sophie Martin, Saint John...”

”Don't say any more,” the man interrupted her and hastened towards them.

The sun had already set in the west. Li Du wasn't able to see the man's appearance in the distance but when he approached, he finally had a good look.

The man was tall, about six foot. He had a beard, thick bushy eyebrows, deep-set eyes and a nose with a high bridge. He walked in an authoritative manner, looking every bit a toughie.

In addition, this person had a rather unique demeanor: his lips were pressed together and his eyes looked distracted while his face showed indifference.

Li Du had seen such an expression previously when he was in Las Vegas – on the face of Knight's middle-aged bodyguard.

As he approached, the man whispered, ”Dr. Martin? I'm very glad to see you here, but you shouldn't have revealed your identity. If these thugs had taken note of what you said, we'd all be in trouble.”

Sophie covered her mouth and said, ”I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't think.”

The man gave her a forced smile. ”Never mind. These people are just a bunch of hooligans. It should be no biggie even if they had written it down.”

Sophie extended her hand to him. ”You're Mr. Muller, aren't you?”

The man shook hands with her somewhat awkwardly and said, ”Yes, Wolfgang Muller.”

Sophie said, ”Thank you very much for just now. If not for you coming to our rescue, we would have been in so much trouble.”

The man brushed off her thanks. ”Just a few bullies, piece of cake. I should be thanking you instead. Thank you for treating my daughter's leg.”

Sophie asked with concern, ”How's Ivana's leg? If she still feels any pain, you must bring her to see me.”

The man nodded. ”Uh, much better.”

He didn't say much. Like Godzilla, other than when there was a need to explain something, he was a man of few words.

Later, Sophie thanked him again. When the man heard that she had called the police, he said that the thugs were no longer any threat and excused himself saying that he had something to attend to.

With that, he turned around and promptly walked towards his car in a no-nonsense manner.

Li Du stared in silence. Throughout the entire time, the man didn't even spare him a glance, treating him as though he were a mass of air.

He was curious about the man and asked, ”What's this chap's name? 'Langgang'?”

He thought he had heard the man introduce himself as Wolfgang, and wolf is ”lang” in Mandarin. Since Sophie was learning Mandarin and could understand a little, he had translated the man's name into Mandarin.

Sophie laughed and said, ”No, it's Wolfgang Muller, a German. I helped his daughter recover from her leg fracture. Didn't expect him to be the one helping us today.”

A police siren could be heard coming. Wolfgang had been heavy-handed; several men in helmets were lying on the ground without getting up at all. They saw the police car coming and one of them tried to run off. In the end, he stumbled two steps and fell to the ground again.

As the two policemen got out of the car, Li Du sighed and said, ”Darling, call your parents and tell them that we may have to miss them, or be really late.”