Chapter 180 - Freya Brown (1/2)

The area known as Covent Garden spanned roughly 4-6 blocks each way. It wasn't too big, especially since most places were closed and it was obvious where the police would be more likely to patrol. But, it was still impossible to predict Freya Brown's exact location.

Oliver pulled up a map on his phone and searched for all the bars and clubs that were still open at that time of night. Since it was almost 3am, the choices were limited, so Oliver believed it was their best option to visit each of the places he had found.

However, Jackson had a better plan.

”Sorry bro,” he said as he swung his arm back and threw a punch across his new friend's face without warning.

Oliver held his cheek in surprise. Jackson's swing looked intimidating, but the actual impact was only enough to knock him back a little in shock.

Halia also gasped in surprise.

”Rather than searching everywhere for Nightingale, let's bring Nightingale to us,” Jackson whispered under his breath as he launched towards Oliver and wrapped his arm around the man's neck.

Oliver immediately played along and cried out in pain, ”F*ck, let me go!!”

It didn't take long before a small handful of people gathered around. ”Woo! Beat him up!” a drunk man cheered from the side; obviously, he was not in the right state of mind. In fact, he could barely even stand up straight. ”Let me join in,” he laughed as he stumbled towards the two men.

Halia looked at the burly British man. He was wearing a suit and tie, but his hair was messy and his face was tomato-red. It seemed, someone had a rough day at work.

He continued to waddle forward towards Jackson and Oliver who had no idea the man was approaching. Halia saw what was happening and quickly jumped in front of the man to stop him. But, she knew he was too strong for her to hold back, so she ended up kicking him straight in the abdomen to stop him. The man lost his balance and fell back against a young blond-haired woman, who then tripped on her high-heeled shoes and fell into the arms of a tall blond-haired man. It was like a domino effect. The drunk man immediately leaned over and started vomiting everything he had drunk...and ate...that night, while the blond woman's friends started calling the man that caught their friend a pervert as they hit him with their handbags.

It was a complete mess!

A security guard from a nearby bar saw the commotion and hurried over to see what was going on.

”That bloke was groping our girlfriend!!” one of the women snarled.

The blond man immediately raised his arms in innocence, ”Woah, she fell into my arms, I was simply saving her from falling...”

”By grabbing her b.o.o.b.s? I saw where your hands went! You can't fool me!” the woman yelled as she comforted her frightened friend.

”Is that what happened, Miss?” the security asked the young blond woman.

”I'm not sure, all I know was, I was suddenly knocked over by that man,” the woman replied as she pointed to the man that was vomiting all over the street. The security guard screwed up his nose and shook his head as he looked at the drunk man, ”What's your story?” he asked. ”Why did you knock that woman over?”

Obviously, the man was too drunk to reply, so a witness quickly explained, ”It was her! She kicked him!”

The security guard looked at Halia in surprise and furrowed his brows. How did this delicate woman kick a grown man so hard that he was vomiting all over the streets?

”He tried to hit my friends,” Halia shrugged as she pointed to Oliver and Jackson.