"Hey, look what I found?"

Three young men dressed as punks were gathered in front of the back door - in front of the girl.

"What a poor little wild cat."

There were looks on their faces that could make the girl even more panicked - one of them took out a few banknotes and was about to speak...

…

Klein finally took out the medical room of the Round Table Agency, and then rode on his favorite car: Harley and Davidson.

With a moderate fracture in his left arm, Klein could only put a plaster on his hand and wrap a bandage around his neck - driving slowly on the road with such an injury.

He did not live in the dormitory of the Round Table Organization, but rented a hut by the river - the job of a trainee knight was very dangerous, but relatively low, and the salary and treatment of a trainee knight were also very good.

The motorcycle suddenly stopped... The scene where the girl seemed to be being bullied by several gangsters suddenly appeared in Klein's peripheral vision - without any thought, he drove the motorcycle, swung its tail, and broke in.

In the alley.

The strong light from the car lights directly hit the eyes of these young people - young people dressed in punk clothes, stinging their eyes.

The hand of one of the young men was still grabbing the ragged girl's arm, as if he was pulling her.

"Hey, friend, it's not a gentleman's behavior to bully a lady." Klein lifted the windshield blindfold, took out the keys on the motorcycle, and walked off.

The young man who was holding the girl's arm frowned - but still let go of the girl's arm.

However, another young man next to him sneered coldly at this time: "It seems that it is not a gentleman's behavior to suddenly disturb others like you, right? You should take care of yourself first, right? You just came out of the hospital?"

Klein wrinkled and then said calmly: "Please don't cause trouble for this lady again, okay?"

"We are not causing trouble for her." The leading young man shook his head, "Believe me, this is not a hero saving a beauty. We just see how pitiful she is and intend to help her."

But Klein seemed to have decided that he took off his helmet, hung it on the handlebar of the motorcycle, and said calmly: "Article 6 of the Knights' Code, never force a lady. Article 5 of the Knights' Code, always give ladies and assistance...

…roll!"

The three young men frowned and looked at each other. Then the leader said directly: "Then I will hand the person over to you? I'm sorry, you are not a person of unknown origin."

"Gentlemen, I don't hope you will regret it...really." Klein sighed and walked forward slowly.

Although he was injured, it was more than enough to deal with a few young people... He was thinking about how to handle this matter properly. Maybe scaring the people away would be a good choice. After all, the other party didn't have any real interest in this lady.

Even the police could not convict him of the injuries.

He even hoped that the matter would be resolved through violence.

But when he saw the young leader reaching into his arms, he seemed to be planning to take out something... Klein was startled, thinking that the other party was planning to pull out some kind of weapon, so he planned to strike first.

He rushed forward - but just as he rushed in front of the young man, he stopped abruptly.

"Social...social worker certificate?"

The young man sighed and said: "Yes, this is my work permit. I just saw that this lady was in trouble and planned to take her back to the social work center first... Did you misunderstand something? If you still don't believe it,

, you can call and ask... Also, this is my ID card."

"But...but you..." Klein looked at the outfits of these three people strangely.

Punk earrings, dyed hair and black lips... Tell him, this is a social worker at the Social Work Center??

"Is it weird? We just have this hobby and we just came back from the performance..." The young man shrugged.

This is embarrassing...
Chapter completed!