Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
This time, Lili was truly angry. She had never been insulted like this before. She couldn’t believe it. She immediately made seven phone calls, and in no time, the entire hotel was surrounded by people. They were all tough-looking individuals with tattoos and cigarettes, giving off a thuggish vibe. Some of them were even overweight with big ears. But those overweight ones were the most influential figures around. After all, big brothers lived a good life. Of course, there were also some who had recently risen to power, with a sturdy and menacing appearance. But without exception, all these people were gathered around Lili.
“Lili, just say the word, and we’ll rush up there and cut that guy down,” said a man with a dragon tattoo on his shoulder, his hair disheveled. He walked over, put his hand on Lili’s shoulder, and spoke loudly. His name was Ion, nicknamed “Yimian,” and he was the local boss in the area. He had a significant presence around here.
“The guy upstairs, come down and witness my power today. I’ll make sure you remember only one woman after tonight,” Lili shouted downstairs.
The hotel owner, upon hearing someone calling for him, was initially afraid it would affect his business. He was about to come out and say a few words, but when he came out and saw the situation, he immediately turned back. He saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. These street people were not to be trifled with.
“Heh,” Robin, who was in the room, chuckled lightly at the scene.
Bang.
A knock on the door.
Jeff asked, “Boss, should I go down?”
“Go down and take a look,” Robin replied. He was bored after dinner and wanted to find something to do.
Soon, Robin went downstairs. A large group of people confronted him. They were a mix of tough-looking individuals, sturdy and menacing. It was clear that there was a significant disparity between the two groups.
“Kid, do you know who these people are? The boss of that street, the owner of that bar, about twenty or thirty people below, and… finally, there’s Ion, nicknamed Yimian. These are all famous figures in South Bank. You can’t afford to provoke any of them,” Lili proudly said.
“I want to see what you can do today. Hmph, you underestimate me. Tonight, I’ll show you how formidable I am. After tonight, you’ll only remember one woman,” she added.
“Is that so?” Robin stood there with his hands behind his back, giving a faint smile.
Jeff licked his lips, wanting to make a move. But just then, boom, boom, boom, the sound of engines revving filled the air. Jaguars arrived one after another, followed by more cars. Eventually, more and more cars surrounded the people.
Among them, there was a motorcycle surrounded by the crowd. Although it was just a motorcycle, it shone like a star among these luxury cars, attracting everyone’s attention. Some familiar faces immediately exclaimed, “I know this bike, it’s a Harley-Davidson. It costs over seven million, much more expensive than these Jaguars and BMWs. There’s only one in the whole of Kisia. And in North Coast, there’s only one.”
His final words were filled with astonishment. Only one. That meant it was this one.
On the bike, there was a person wearing a helmet, dressed in a tight black suit, accentuating their perfect figure. Many people couldn’t help but swallow their saliva at the sight. However, when this woman took off her helmet, those men didn’t just salivate; they almost collapsed in shock.
They all recognized this woman. There wasn’t anyone in the city who didn’t know her. Mimi Beckett, the heiress of the Beckett family. If the Beckett family wasn’t considered the top family in North Coast, Mimi Beckett was undoubtedly the top goddess.
Her figure was flawless, with curves that couldn’t be faulted. Especially when she lay on the motorcycle, those curves captivated people’s eyes.
However, when this goddess took off her helmet, the men didn’t just salivate; they almost collapsed in shock. Because they all knew this woman.
The entire city knew her.
Mimi Beckett.
Nobody had ever pursued Mimi Beckett in all these years, and now she openly declared that she was going after a man. This meant something.
“Are you trying to steal my man?” Lili was dumbfounded.
Mimi Beckett, the goddess of North Coast, was that guy’s woman?
She was shocked.
Especially considering that Mimi Beckett wasn’t someone who easily fell for others. For years, no one had ever successfully pursued her. And now she openly declared that she was going after a man. This was shocking news.
“Steala man? You’re not qualified,” Mimi Beckett said coldly, her eyes filled with hostility as she looked at Lili. “You want to compete with me? Hmph. I’ll show you my power tonight, and after tonight, you’ll only remember me as the one woman.”
“Is that so?” Robin replied indifferently, his hands in his pockets.
Jeff smirked, wanting to intervene. But just then, boom, boom, boom, the sound of engines revving echoed once again. A fleet of Jaguars arrived, followed by more cars, and even more after that.
Finally, there were so many cars that they completely surrounded the group of people.
In the midst of the crowd was a motorcycle. Although it was just a motorcycle, it stood out among the luxurious cars like a shining star, attracting everyone’s attention. Some people recognized it immediately and exclaimed, “I know this bike, it’s a Harley-Davidson. It costs over seven million, much more expensive than these Jaguars and BMWs. There’s only one in the whole of Kisia. And in North Coast, there’s only one.”
The last sentence was filled with astonishment. Only one. That meant it was this one.
On the motorcycle sat a person wearing a helmet, dressed in a sleek black outfit that accentuated their perfect figure. Many people couldn’t help but stare, their mouths watering. However, when this woman took off her helmet, the men weren’t just drooling; they were almost paralyzed with shock.
They all knew this woman.
The entire city knew her.
Mimi Beckett, the heiress of the Beckett family. If the Beckett family wasn’t considered the top family in North Coast, Mimi Beckett was undoubtedly the top goddess.
Her figure was flawless, with curves that couldn’t be faulted. Especially when she lay on the motorcycle, those curves captivated people’s eyes.
But when this goddess took off her helmet, the men weren’t just drooling; they were almost paralyzed with shock. Because they all knew this woman.
The entire city knew her.
Mimi Beckett.
Nobody had ever successfully pursued Mimi Beckett in all these years, and now she openly declared that she was going after a man. This meant something.
“Miss, this guy…” one of the men couldn’t bear to watch any longer and began to speak, but he was instantly interrupted.
“Shut up! Who do you think you are? This is my Patrick!” Mimi Beckett declared, her voice filled with possessiveness.