In the Seven Days Hotel, on the fifth floor, right across from the police station, Kimi Hall stood by the French window, arms crossed, staring intently at the opposite side, but unfortunately, she couldn’t see anything due to a plethora of trees blocking the view. Nevertheless, this didn’t hinder Kimi Hall from watching.
She was still dressed in plain clothes, but it didn’t hide her graceful figure, accompanied by her long, black hair. Originally tied up, the hair now cascaded down due to the hurried run, adding an extra layer of beauty to her. Her gradually lowered chin, spirited eyes, and the lustrous black hair all contributed to Kimi Hall’s newfound intellectual charm, captivating anyone who laid eyes on her.
At this moment, a man’s head appeared behind her, gripping her shoulder. He took a deep breath, and a greedy look emerged on his face. “You smell so good, and it’s the fragrance of a virgin. Do you know, of all the women I’ve had, hundreds or maybe sixty or seventy, each one was exceptional. Yet, compared to you, they all pale in comparison. More importantly, you are the most challenging to obtain. Tonight, I’ll peel you layer by layer like an egg.”
Kimi Hall’s body trembled.
Yes, she trembled.
Wildly trembling.
She wanted to escape from this devil, from Joe Braton. However, just as her body was about to give in, Joe Braton approached her ear, blew a breath, and mockingly said, “You want to escape, don’t you? I won’t stop you. You can leave anytime. But once you do, that guy named Patrick Bailey will die over there. Do you know how he’ll die? Beaten to death.”
Joe Braton spread his hands, indicating, “You want to leave, feel free. I’ve said it; I won’t stop you.”
Kimi Hall, who was shaking moments ago, suddenly calmed down. She looked across and said, “I won’t leave.”
“Kimi, I’ve said it; you’re special. Your uniqueness lies in your kindness, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for others. To be honest, I feel guilty about playing women like you. However, I haven’t played someone like you before.”
Joe Braton opened a bottle of red wine, but his eyes never left Kimi Hall’s body, filled with a fiery desire. “I’ve always wondered what a woman like you would be like in bed. Do you want to leave but don’t want to? Resisting yet welcoming.”
He was becoming impatient.
He had thought about this woman for too long.
At that moment, Joe Braton checked the time, walked over, grabbed Kimi Hall’s clothes, and said, “According to our agreement, they should be coming soon, and we should start. By the way, cooperate well. This way, that guy might survive.”
He smirked, gradually lifting her clothes, pulling them up past her delicate waist. Kimi Hall’s entire body turned cold, with no signs of resistance. Joe Braton became more and more excited.
He was about to reach those two peaks he had been fantasizing about.
His long-awaited peaks.
Just as he was about to reach those peaks, with a bang, the door was kicked open. Joe Braton furrowed his brows, “What’s with the rush? Can’t you knock? I’m busy here; show some manners.”
He thought it was Terry.
But at that moment, Robin Bailey’s voice echoed in, “Busy? Preparing for your own funeral?”
This voice, as if returning from the depths of hell, chilled the entire room, making it icy cold. Both people in the room were stunned.
“What… that guy?”
Joe Braton’s head felt like it was about to split open.
It was that guy’s voice.
“Patrick Bailey, big brother.”
Hearing this voice, Kimi Hall, who had regained some vitality in her eyes, covered her mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She then broke free from Joe Braton’s grip, put her clothes down, and turned her head to look at the back.
Joe Braton also turned around.
In the background, Robin Bailey walked in, carrying a bloody and mutilated corpse. Although Terry’s features were barely recognizable, Robin Bailey’s eyes were pitch-black and filled with murderous intent.
“You… don’t come over… Don’t come over… I am Joe Braton, the eldest son of the Braton family… If you harm me… my father won’t let you off.” Joe Braton, facing those eyes, trembled uncontrollably, even more violently than Kimi Hall did before. Robin Bailey’s killing intent was not something an ordinary person could endure.
“Kimi, wait for me at the door.” Suddenly, Robin Bailey spoke.
“Okay.” Kimi Hall walked out. She probably guessed what Robin Bailey was about to do, but she didn’t intervene. Even though she was a kind-hearted person, Robin Bailey had almost died this time, and she had no right to stop him.
“You… You can’t come over…”
“No… Spare me…”
“Ah…”
In this room, a heart-wrenching scream echoed. Luckily, Joe Braton had rented the entire hotel for the night; otherwise, countless people would have been horrified. Tarley Wong also heard the sound, shuddering involuntarily.
This guy wasn’t an easy opponent either. True, he was hoodwinked by pig lard to deal with such a person, but it was fortunate that he didn’t confront Robin Bailey head-on. Otherwise, he might be the one screaming now.
After a while, Robin Bailey slowly came out, without a drop of blood on him. “Let’s go.”
“Okay.” At this moment, Robin Bailey left the hotel with Kimi Hall. Tarley Wong and the others didn’t dare to follow. Still, he went upstairs to check on Joe Braton. However, the sight astonished him.
Not dead.
But the lower half of his body was mutilated, seemingly paralyzed.
“He’s truly a tough one. Crippling Joe Braton, the scion of one of the Three Great Groups in the East Sea, will likely stir up chaos in the East Sea City. Dingshan probably won’t let it go. Still, Patrick Bailey is protected by the Beckett family and has the support of Elijah Wilson. Yet, the Braton family is not to be underestimated either, with someone backing them, though not as formidable as Elijah Wilson. If they go crazy, it shouldn’t be underestimated. By then, the East Sea City might plunge into complete chaos.” Tarley Wong kept swallowing saliva.
Crippling Joe Braton might lead to severe consequences. However, Patrick Bailey was under the protection of the Beckett family and had Elijah Wilson’s support. Yet, the Braton family was not to be underestimated, especially if they went mad. Tarley Wong could imagine the chaos that would ensue, wondering how he should align himself. After a moment’s thought, a self-deprecating smile crossed his lips. “Tarley Wong, oh Tarley Wong, you forgot. After this, you’ll be staying in prison. No matter how chaotic it gets, it won’t concern you anymore.”
For Robin Bailey, killing Joe Braton was entirely possible. However, for such a person, killing him would be too gentle. Crippling his lower half would be more cruel. Joe Braton, henceforth, could only admire women from a distance and was forbidden from engaging in any immoral activities. For Robin Bailey, this taste was unbearable.