Chapter 24


    There were no other words to describe it. It was disgusting.


    It was impossible for Rachel to stay polite. With a disgusted expression, she took up Lea''s coat,


    stood up and walked out without saying a word.


    "Hey!" the man called out, getting up to pull her back. He hadn''t expected Rachel to act like this.


    Rachel nimbly dodged out of his grasp. She turned around and sneered at him, and looking him up


    and down. "I''ve had enough of this," she said, with icy-cold hostility. "I don''t want anything more to


    do with you. Don''t you dare take a step closer."


    "Damn it!" Several different emotions passed through his face as he stared fiercely at Rachel. "You


    bitch! You''re going to regret this!"


    Rachel clutched Lea''s coat more tightly in her hand as she leveled her gaze with his. When he was


    out of sight, she took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself.


    One of the reasons why she hated this ce so much was that with so many people gathered


    together in one ce like a can of sardines, it was easy to get on each other''s nerves. What was


    more, when alcohol was brought into the equation it worked everyone up, making matters even


    worse.


    Men who had lost their sober self-control had two things inmon: They would behave more


    arrogantly, and they were raging with testosterone. ■3


    After Rachel finally calmed down, she sat back with a sigh. She then raised her hand impatiently to


    nce at her watch.


    Thest time she came here with Lea, she had been approached by strangers countless times. She


    was only able to drive them away by rejecting them unambiguously.


    They had not intended to go to a bar with that sort of bad crowd. Even though it was a fairly high-


    end bar, it was full of dodgy men.


    It wasn''t a good ce to go if you just wanted to be left alone. No matter how ssy the bar might


    appear to be, there was never any guarantee of ssy customers.


    There are always plenty of boors and morons in this world, the sort of losers who like to y toy


    with women whenever they find an opportunity to do so, as if they think that the world is theirs.


    Shortly after that unpleasant scene, Rachel ran into some more trouble.


    It happened when Rachel went to the bathroom. Turning around, she sensed that something was


    wrong.


    She lowered her eyes and hurried up. Unsurprisingly, someone behind her kept pace.


    Rachel had no time to escape. She was blocked in the middle. She looked warily at the stranger in


    front of her and stepped backward.


    He smiled stiffly and said, "Ms. Shen, don''t walk backward. There''s someone behind you."


    Rachel turned around and found there was another man in ck, at the end of the corridor. She


    was trapped.


    Hearing that he addressed her by name, Rachel''s face darkened. How did he know her?


    She made a strong effort to calm down. "I''m sorry. What can I do for you?"


    The man still looked coldly at her with his poker face. He forced a smile and said, "Our boss wants


    to see you."


    "Excuse me, who is your boss?" Rachel put her hands in her pockets and fumbled for her phone.


    But unlike the old Nokia, she couldn''t press the unlock code on this damn smartphone without


    looking at it.


    Why did these creeps want? Rachel was extremely nervous, and her emotion showed clearly on


    her face. The stranger saw it, and he said in a low voice, "Don''t worry, my boss only wants to see


    you. He will do you no harm."


    Rachel took a deep breath and looked at the man in front of her. "May I know your boss''s name?"


    she asked. "It makes no sense for me to visit someone without knowing who he is."


    Surprise shed through the man''s eyes. He didn''t expect her to have such a sharp mind in such a


    situation.


    He kept silent for a while and said, "Our boss is Mr. Fu''s friend and he doesn''t mean to harm you.


    He just wants to ask you to have a chat with him."


    Hearing that, Rachel''s face became a little more serious. What the hell? Were they using her to get


    to Jack? ■3


    She collected herself and said, "really? But I''m afraid I don''t know Mr. Fu very well, let alone his


    friend.


    Thank you for the invitation. I''m afraid this is rather awkward. I will inform Mr. Fu when I see him."


    As soon as Rachel said that, there was a look of uncertainty on the face of the man before her. She


    knew that it was not a good day, and that it wouldn''t be easy to get out of this.


    As she expected, the man facing her slowly revealed his anger, staring at her rudely, and said, "Ms.


    Shen, don''t make it difficult for us. We''re just here to have a chat. If you cooperate, we promise not


    to do anything. I hope you won''t make things difficult for me. I''m so sorry."


    Rachel''s eyes suddenly shed with rm when she saw the cold light of the man''s knife. She


    pursed her lips as a shadow of fear crossing her heart.


    At that moment, she made a surge of effort to be tough-minded. She knew she wouldn''t get out of


    this by being weak.


    She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and it urred to Rachel that it was a waste of time talking


    with them or trying to be polite.


    Rachel suddenly regretted that she had never learned any self-defense or martial arts. Fler brain


    raced for a way to save herself.


    She opened her eyes and said calmly, "Let''s


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    go.


    She didn''t believe a single word said by the man in front of her. She nned to shake him off ■3


    and rush away from him into the crowd.


    Unfortunately, her little n was anticipated by the men around her.


    When Rachel agreed to leave, the man behind her quickly came up. The two of them sandwiched


    her, one on the left and the other on the right. A chill crept up her spine.


    She tried to calm down andmunicate with them. "What are you doing? I have been


    cooperating."


    However, the men next to Rachel responded to her with a little expression of mockery, and they


    kept two sharp knives against her waist.


    Obviously, they didn''t believe her. "Please just cooperate with us," said one of them.


    Rachel knew that if she showed any resistance,


    both of them would kill her. Her intuition made her sure of this.


    She really cursed herself for going to this bar. It was the worst mistake she ever made!


    Holding her in their arms, they walked her towards the door. Rachel was still unwilling to give up.


    She had an idea of crying for help when they reached outside.


    However, they turned right and walked into a quiet corridor with few people.


    It was a little far away from the noisy dance hall. Few people came there. There were just two


    couples talking in a low voices on the corner.


    The strange sight of the men walking closely ■3


    together with one woman between them seemed strange to the couples there. But when they saw


    the nonchnt faces of both men, they turned their nces away.


    Rachel had no choice but to follow them stiffly and go up the stairs.


    She didn''t know where the two were taking her, nor did she know who their so-called boss was.


    Rachel was still trying to pull herself together and calm down, so that she could find a way to get out


    of this situation.


    They led her to a private room on the second floor. Before they entered the room, Rachel looked


    around to see if there was a sign hanging outside.


    But there was no time to look carefully. The man behind her extended his long arm and opened the


    door. Then he led her into the room. When she went in, the lights from the ceilingmps shot


    straight at her face. She involuntarily closed her eyes.


    Just as they went in, the music stopped. When Rachel opened her eyes again, she saw several


    pairs of eyes staring at her.


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    They were like monsters dancing wildly in a cave. When they saw their prey enter the cave, they all


    stopped in unison and stared greedily at their prey.


    The man behind Rachel gave her a gentle push, and her heart was pounding wildly. She walked


    forward, feeling more nervous with every step. Within just two or three steps, her back was already


    drenched in cold sweat. ■3


    Several people were on the sofa, with the position of their bodies contorted and askew. The air was


    hard to breathe. With its mixture of perfume, alcohol, and smoke, it was like a suffocating poison.


    The lights in the room were already so dim, and more so when they even turned off the revolving


    lamp. From where Rachel stood, it was impossible to see their faces clearly.


    However, she could intuitively sense their hostile intentions. Rachel was like a little animal that had


    identally fallen into a trap, so it was useless for her to struggle. She had fallen into their.


    Rachel fidgeted slightly, but stopped moving forward. She stood stiffly and breathed heavily, looking


    warily at several people in front of her whom she couldn''t recognize.


    After a short while, the dangerous tension in the air was broken. In the dark, someone lowered his


    head and lit a cigarette. Then he yed with a lighter and burst intoughter. "Is this the way how


    you treat our guest? It seems that thisdy is scared. Come on, turn on the light."


    The soft light was turned back on, and the room was lit up. There were about five or six people


    sitting on the sofa, who all looked at Rachel with inscrutable eyes.


    Some smiled, some had poker faces, and some just observed the drama. Rachel fixed her eyes on


    the man on the far right, who had a cigarette between his fingers. ■3


    The man who had spoken first in the darkness finally showed his face. What Rachel saw was a


    narrow face topped by a buzz cut, with a foxlike twinkle in his long and narrow eyes. He slowly


    stood up from the sofa.


    He was tall and slim, simr to a model. Wearing a smoky gray sweater, his cor was unfastened


    casually, and the ne around his neck slid down into the depths of the cor.


    He gazed at Rachel with a mysterious smile on his face. He picked up the cigarette in his mouth


    and bent over to put out the cigarette in the ashtray.


    The room was in dead silence, and the man''s sudden voice was so abrupt.


    He exhaled a light smoke from his mouth, nced at Rachel, and walked over to her. He looked


    down at her with a contemptuous smile on his lips. "Ms. Shen?"