"Are you going to help him?" Scarlett pointed with her finger. "He's alone. What if he gets hurt?"
"He'll be fine," Jason replied.
At that moment, Jason's bodyguards also stepped out of the car.
Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief, but she hadn't expected these men to behave like Jason—leaning against the car door with an amused look, some even starting to whistle.
The jeering grew louder.
Scarlett was nervous. She picked up a stick from under a tree and handed it to Jason.
Jason was amused by her gesture. He took the stick and shook it in his hand. "Oh nice, a stick."
By now, Bond had taken off his suit jacket and was pummeling the loudmouthed youngster who had been shouting earlier.
Despite being hit several times, Bond didn't stop until the guy on the ground started begging for m
