Chapter 223 Whoever provoked Him Would Suffer
The pain in her knees continued, and she felt that her scalp was numb. Amy instinctively raised his arms and wanted to prise the hand that was pulling her scalp at this time.
The man grabbed her hair and pulled her to the place between his legs. He bowed his head and was very close to her. The tip of his nose almost touched hers. Looking at her painfully twisted face, he whispered, "Aren't you an entertainment woman? I came from B City because I have long desired to know you. Is it because I don't give you enough money or because you think I'm not sincere enough? Huh?"
Amy's scalp was pulled hard, and blue veins stood out on her temples. She was forced to open her eyes and look at him.
Seeing that she was frightened but she didn't dare to speak, the man suddenly released his hand and patted her head as if she was a dog. She was so scared that she shivered instinctively.
Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't beat you. Go out for a walk with me."
He stretched out his hand to help her. Amy hold onto the table and stood up herself. She took a step back, looked at him, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Evans. I can't go out with you."
The man stared at her for a few seconds, smiled, and asked, "Why?"
Amy's hair was messy, and half of her face was swollen. Only her eyes were shining under the dim light. She looked into the man's eyes fearlessly, opened her mouth, and replied, "I'm an entertainment woman, but no one can force me to accompany him."
"F*ck, you b*tch..." The man next to her raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but the man on the sofa raised his hand and motioned for him to stop.
"You're an entertainment woman but you want a good reputation. Who do you do this for?"
Amy didn't speak. The man looked up at her and said, "I'll ask you one last time. Either go out with me out or I'll let you have sex with every man in this room today."
"Speak." The man waited for a moment and urged her.
Amy replied without blinking, "Sorry, I can't accompany you."
The man's face darkened completely when he heard this. His follower had waited for this moment for a long time. He suddenly came forward and clasped Amy's neck from her back. Then he threw her on the sofa like a beast holding its prey.
Being thrown on the sofa, Amy was stunned. Before she could get up, someone had pressed on her. She screamed with all her strength. She didn't call for help but called Edward's name.
The young man sat aside and allowed his follower to rape Amy in the place which was less than two meters away from him. He smoked a cigarette. The cigarette was not an ordinary cigarette. There were drugs in it. This feeling made him so pleased and comfortable.
Amy struggled frantically, but her pants were taken off. She was suppressed by a strange man. She couldn't see his face clearly but smelled alcohol on his breath. She couldn't cry, and all she was thinking about was Edward. When would he come? Would he come? He would come to save her, right?
The door of the private room was knocked from the outside. The person guarding the door looked at the man on the sofa. The man was leaning comfortably against the sofa with his eyes closed. He raised his fingers a few seconds later.
The person at the door unlocked the door. However, the people outside kicked the door open with a bang, and the person inside the room fell to the ground.
He thought there were many people outside the door, but there were only three of them. Edward was the first to come in, followed by two men of the same shape. The last person came in and locked the door.
Seeing that only three people came in, the people in the private room relaxed their vigilance. Someone cursed and went forward. "Who the f*ck are you?"
The man on the left rear of Edward took a step forward, and his movement was particularly fast. He threw a punch and hit the man's jaw. The man didn't even make a sound and fainted within a second.
As a professional boxer, the power of his punch could reach three hundred pounds at most, which could almost knock down a cow, not to mention a man who weighed more than one hundred pounds.
Seeing this, the others seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Then several people rushed towards the door. Edward stood where he was, and the two men stood in front of him. No matter who rushed forward, they only punched once, which was enough to make them lose their fighting power completely.
They knocked down four people in a row, and the people in the private room finally realized that they got a problem this time. They didn't dare to act rashly but looked at the man on the sofa.
The man witnessed everything with his own eyes, but he was unconcerned. When the drug effect faded away, he smiled and said, "Bro, you come to my place and beat my people without saying anything. It's not good, is it?"
Edward walked forward, sat down on the sofa opposite the man, and said expressionlessly, "Why have I never heard that it's your place?"
The man said, "My name is Hiram, and I'm from B City."
Edward lowered his head and lit a cigarette. He said faintly, "I have never heard of you."
Hiram smiled crazily, "Is that so? It seems that you're not powerful enough. Most of the people in the northern provinces know my name."
Edward lifted his eyelids and said calmly, "Then go back to your hometown. Why do you have to make a fool of yourself here?"
His voice was not loud, and there was not even much irony in his tone, but his words were so sarcastic.
Hiram and Edward looked at each other. After a few seconds, Hiram smiled convulsively and said, "Are you talking to me?"
Edward's black pupils were full of indifference. He thought that someone arrogant was making trouble here, but it turned out that Hiram was an idiot. He didn't play table tennis with Jane at home but came here. He must be crazy.
Edward didn't want to say a word to Hiram. He leaned back and said, "Don't dirty the ground."
These words were confusing. Hiram didn't react, and neither did others. Edward's two subordinates took action at the same time, and they only needed one move to knock down one person. Their hands seemed to be electrified, and whoever they punched fell straight to the ground like a dead fish. Obviously, those people were good at martial arts, but they were no match for Edward's two subordinates.
Seeing his people fall down one by one, Hiram widened his eyes. He suddenly grabbed the wine bottle and wanted to hit Edward with it. To catch bandits, first catch the ringleader. Edward was composed. He tilted his head and stretched out his hand to clasp Hiram's wrist. Hiram felt the pain and released his hand. The wine bottle in his hand fell, and Edward caught it. With a cigarette in his mouth, he didn't blink and hit Hiram with the wine bottle. The red wine splashed all over him.
Hiram looked weak, and he was quite strong. After Edward hit his head with the wine bottle, he was stunned for a few seconds and then immediately wanted to fight back. Edward was sick of him, so he took the fruit knife from the table and stabbed Hiram's fist.
The result was obvious. Hiram's miserable scream sounded. The ten-centimeter-long blade punctured his finger and wrist. The great pain made him lose his basic consciousness. He couldn't even stretch out his hand. He could only kneel on the ground at a loss.
At the same time, Jarman and Lambert had knocked down all the people in the private room. One of them walked over and couldn't help whispering, "You told us not to dirty the ground."
Edward was very annoyed. "He wanted to die and rushed to me. Should I beg him to stay away from me?"
The one who spoke to Edward was Lambert. Jarman went to the dark bathroom. They heard a plop inside. It seemed that Jarman knocked down a person in the bathroom. Then, Jarman appeared at the bathroom door, looked at Edward, and said, "You'd better deal with it. I can't do it."
Edward frowned. "Why? Who's there?"