Chapter 1182


    Chapter 1182 Disgusting


    “Let me go, please…” The girl’s voice was clearer than those of the two men.


    “Do you think begging will work?” One of the menughed, “We can grand your request on the bed


    though. We may be gentler.”


    His lewdughter came from the other end of the phone. It was disgusting.


    Carlos’ face turned icy cold. He said, “Put it on speakerphone.”


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    The girl panicked, but Carlos was thest straw. Except for following his instructions, she didn’t have a


    choice.


    She then turned on the speakerphone. “It’s on.”


    Her voice was faint.


    Just as the two men were about toe over, she held up her phone and shouted,


    “Someone wants to talk to you!”


    Their faces fell in an instant. “Bitch, how dare you make a call!”


    They rushed over, trying to snatch her phone.


    The girl burst into tears, fearing that it would not work. Her face was ghastly pale.


    It was not that she didn’t trust Carlos, but he was not at the scene.


    Maybe, the two men were just insignificant punks who didn’t know Carlos. The girl was appalled.


    As they were rushing over, she stepped back and screamed in a panic, “Stop…”


    “Stop? I take a liking to you. I’d like to see who you can turn to,” the man scoffed.


    They were famous punks in Los Angeles. Before making a move, they usually dug into the background


    of the other party.


    They had watched the girl for some time and learned that she was from an ordinary family. With no


    money or power, she was easy prey.


    They had stalked her in the past few days, and she came to such a remote ce today.


    Seizing their chance, they made a move and chased her till they arrived at the warehouse.


    In the middle of nowhere, they could easily have their way.


    They were not afraid that she would call the police because they had threatened her with her parents’


    lives.


    Before they could move further, Carlos’ stern voice came. “Rndo Garrett, do you have a death


    wish?”


    Even the temperament in the warehouse seemed to be brought down. His tone was nd but awe-


    inspiring. Rndo changed color as the voice rang a bell.


    “Who is this?”


    He was no longer in a hurry to have the girl.


    This voice was familiar to the ear, and he somehow panicked. He had heard it before, and the other


    party knew his name. It was creepy.


    The other punk also changed color because he found the voice familiar too. Having a vague idea who


    the other party was, he hurried to Rndo’s side, tugged at his clothes, and whispered, “It seems to


    be…”