Chapter 335: Leave Them to Us

In an instant, dozens of tall, broad-shouldered youths stood before Olivia and the crew, forming an impenetrable wall of defense.

“Olly Boss, take a break. Leave these idiots to us,” one of the boys grinned confidently at Olivia.

“Yeah, trash like this isn’t worth you lifting a finger,” another chimed in.

Olivia blinked in confusion. Olly Boss? Where did that nickname even come from? And why did these military cadets look more like a street gang than the actual thugs?

Despite seeing the boys charge forward, the blond thug sneered. To him, they were just a bunch of immature kids who couldn’t possibly stand up to his seasoned gang members.

“Get them! How dare you, a pack of brats, mess with me?” he roared.

The thugs charged in with wild cries, oblivious to the fire of excitement now flickering in the boys’ eyes. Strict discipline at the academy forbade fighting, leaving these restless youths bottled up with unspent energy. But here stood a band of lawless punks; beating them up practically felt like a civic duty.

In the blink of an eye, the cadets met the gang head-on. The blond thug expected his crew to crush the boys effortlessly, but what happened next left him dumbfounded. The youths, swift and powerful, knocked the thugs down one by one, fists flying faster than the gang could react. Punches that the thugs threw with all their might didn’t even graze the boys. Instead, they became punching bags, sprawled out groaning on the ground within moments.

As some thugs tried to flee, the cadets, energized by their rare opportunity for a justified brawl, were having none of it. Running? Not happening! One boy grabbed a thug by the collar, hauling him back like a ragdoll.

“Hey, leave one for me!”

“These guys are weak. With just a punch, and they’re out.”

“Come on, don’t run! Stay and play!”

The crew, who had initially cowered in fear, stood stunned at the spectacle. Getting shaken down by local thugs was almost routine in their line of work, and most productions just paid up to avoid trouble. But seeing a crew openly fight back like this was beyond anything they’d imagined. Watching the skilled, precise strikes of the cadets, the stunned crew members could only gape.

“Mr… Mr. Zayn, are these extras Olivia brought from some delinquent gang?” an assistant stammered.

These boys fought fiercer than the thugs themselves, clearly no strangers to combat.

Zayn, one of the few aware of the cadets’ true identities, grimaced. “Please, just stop talking. If Borealia Military Academy hears you calling them delinquents, you’re done for.”

The sheer combat skill of the cadets was leagues beyond the disorganized thugs. Faced with the overwhelming force, the gang that had come in swaggering now experienced pure despair. They were used to being the ones dishing out punishment, never the ones getting chased and beaten down.