Chapter 158


    Chapter 158 Nancy In Danger (2)


    Nancy couldn’t help but wonder if Christian had safely returned from his mission. So, she decided to


    send a voice message in response, asking, “Have you returned?”


    He promptly replied with a text message, confirming, ‘Yes. I just got back.


    “That’s great! Wee back.”


    Concerned for her well-being due to her slurred voice, he asked, ‘Do you have someone with you?’


    Still somewhat disoriented, Nancy surveyed her surroundings before responding, “Someone?” She


    continued, “Yes. There are many people here, dancing and partying everywhere. I didn’t want to join


    them, so I’m sitting here by myself, sipping on a drink.”


    Drink? Christian couldn’t help but focus on the mention of the word “drink.” He was aware of the


    deceptive nature of bar beverages, which often packed a stronger punch than their taste might


    suggest. His concern deepened as it became clear that she was significantly intoxicated. Worried for


    her safety, he asked, ‘Where are you?”


    Still in a daze, Nancy attempted to answer, “Me?” She nced around the bar and finally mumbled the


    name, “** Bar.”


    ‘All right. Wait for me, and don’t wander off. I’ming to find you..


    With a clear directive, he immediately instructed Dn, “Go to ** Bar.”


    “Boss, are you going to find her?”


    “What do you think?” Christian asked in return


    Dn was speechless.


    His question seemed quite redundant indeed.


    After Nancy put down her phone, she rested her head on the table. The effects of her intoxication were


    taking a toll, making even crawling seem like a challenge. Her disoriented vision made the people in


    front of her appear blurry and unsteady.


    Amidst her dizziness, Nancy’s blurred vision caught sight of several men approaching her, confirming


    her earlier bad feeling. One of the men walked toward her, offering, “Miss, are you alone? You’re drunk.


    We’ll take you home.


    “No. I can go home by myself.”


    However, the men’s patience wore thin. One of them seized her hand, while another gripped her


    shoulder and forcefully pulled her to her feet.


    Despite her drunken state, Nancy’s basic instincts remained intact. She reached out and pushed them


    away, crying out, “Go away. Leave me alone.”


    Undeterred, the men persisted. “Miss, you’re so pretty. Don’t be shy!” Their hands reached out once


    again.


    Fighting back her tears, she struggled to ward them off. “No. Don’t touch me. Go away.”


    However, the men who had identified her as their target were persistent and determined. With no one


    around to intervene, they grew increasingly bold and almost resorted to dragging her out.


    As the men closed in on Nancy, their aggressive behavior escted, and her desperate attempts to


    fend them off only intensified her panic. She knew that letting them take her away would result in


    serious trouble, and her instincts kicked in. In her disoriented state, Nancy’s voice trembled as she


    implored them, “Go away… Get lost, all of you.” However, her efforts to escape were in vain, and she


    could feel her legs giving way. With a sudden. stumble, she crashed to the unforgiving floor, causing


    intense pain and dizziness.


    The wicked intentions of the approaching men sent shivers down her spine. She clung to herself,


    desperately attempting to retreat, but her back met a table, leaving her almost trapped beneath it.


    Seeing Nancy without an escape route, the men, growing more patient, continued to approach,


    tormenting her.


    “Please, let me go. I’m married; I’m not your target.” Her voice quivered with weakness as her entire


    body trembled in fear like a jelly.


    However, the manughed heartily, saying, “Miss, lying isn’t a good habit. You’re so pretty; how could


    you be married?”


    Clutching her body in fear, Nancy reiterated, “I really am married; I didn’t lie to you. Please, let me go!”


    However, these men were unwavering in their determination and showed signs of impatience as one of


    them eagerly approached, rubbing his hands together.


    As terror engulfed Nancy, her mind went nk, leaving her with only one emotion-fear. The


    approaching man’s face grewrger in her disoriented vision, and instinctively, she reached for


    something on the table without thinking. In a frantic act of self-defense, she swung the object at the


    man.


    A resounding thud filled the air, and the man clutched his head in agony, his face contorted in pain.


    Blood started to trickle from his head, slowly covering his face in at crimson mask.


    As the man wiped the blood from his head, his anger intensified. He scolded Nancy loudly, “How dare


    you strike me! Impressive, you’re tough. I don’t like those who are too timid. I prefer someone with


    spirit.”


    Nancy, who had been acting without thinking when she struck the man, now felt a deeper sense of fear


    upon seeing him bleeding.


    His menacing expression and unwavering demeanor continued to terrify her. She still clutched the


    bloodied ashtray in her hand, and the crimson liquid dripped onto her white. dress, creating a stark and


    unsettling contrast.


    She waspletely terrified, and her hand suddenly went limp, causing the ashtray to fall to the


    ground, creating a ttering sound that pierced through the tense air. Each clink of the fallen ashtray


    felt like a blow to her heart, leaving a haunting impact on her.


    In that intense moment, the man crouched down and picked up the fallen ashtray, holding it in one


    hand. With deliberate motions, he wiped off the bloodstains from the edge of the ashtray, an eerie


    calmness contrasting the chaos around them. Then, he extended his hand toward her.


    Nancy, trembling with fear, had backed herself against a wall, realizing she had nowhere. to escape.


    “No… Please… I’m begging you. Let me go,” she cried out helplessly, her body shrinking as she


    desperately tried to distance herself from the menacing man. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain.


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    At this critical juncture, she watched in horror as the man smeared the blood from the ashtray all over


    her face. The sticky and wet sensation spread rapidly across her skin, making her feel nauseous and


    on the verge of vomiting.


    However, the man was unrelenting, gripping her chin with one hand and delivering a stern warning. “Be


    a good girl, and you’ll be morefortable. Otherwise, it will be even more painful.” Following these


    words, he wiped his bloodied hand on her white dress right before her eyes, further intensifying her


    helplessness. With determination, he then turned to hispanions and issued a chillingmand,


    “Boys, take her away.”


    Nancy was consumed by fear, realizing that mere pleas would be useless in this desperate situation.


    She would rather die than be captured by them. Without hesitation, she seized an opportunity and


    grabbed a knife from the table. Pressing the sharp de against her chin, she mustered the courage to


    speak firmly, “I understand that begging won’t be effective, but if you wish to avoid bloodshed, you


    should release me. I would prefer death. over being taken by you. If you don’t want to cause a fatality,


    please let me go.” The knife was incredibly sharp, its gleaming de pressing against her neck as thin


    lines of blood


    began to trickle down.


    As Christian and Dn arrived at the scene, they were immediately filled with apprehension.