Chapter 1310: Chapter 1309: The Crown Prince Cripples His Underling!
So after a few heavy blows with something hard, even that thick, complicated door started shaking, and everyone curiously craned their necks to look inside.
...
Inside the private room, the stench of blood.
You little bitch. The man’s teeth itched with rage as he stared at his own neck, bleeding nonstop, his whole vibe turning terrifying and violent.
"You little bitch, you’re already like this and you still fucking fight back, you got a death wish or what? Just wait here nice and quiet for Daddy to spoil you, maybe Daddy will go a little easy on you... and you actually fucking dared to use a beer bottle on me!!"
"Brothers, get her!"
They didn’t give a damn that someone outside was pounding on the door.
Their dicks had gone straight to their brains, and once they got enraged, all they wanted was to destroy everything out of fear.
"Don’t come closer, my husband is already outside... if you don’t want to die, then don’t touch me again!" Eva Nightingale had been stalling them for a long time. Because the beer bottle shattered, her palm was cut open too, one gash after another, bright red blood welling up nonstop.
"Since Daddy dares to mess with you, Daddy ain’t afraid of dying! You know who runs this place? The Imperial Court Group of the Grant Family, got it?"
The man bragged shamelessly: "You’re nothing but a kept whore, a tool for venting lust, what the hell do you count as?"
"You really think a woman like you would ever have a man who treats you sincerely?"
Even though Eva Nightingale and Lucas Knight were really in a contract relationship, not an actual marriage, and she’d mentally prepared herself, every time someone brought it up she still felt awful, like her heart was being tugged and stabbed over and over.
"Brothers, don’t waste words on this stinking slut, just go for it..."
"Ah... don’t come near!!" Even if she knew a bit of half–assed self-defense, she couldn’t take on so many men at once.
That venomous bitch Francesca Lewis had prepared early; the guys she found were all big, burly bruisers, and every one of them knew how to fight!
Eva Nightingale dodged too slowly and got grabbed by a man, who slammed her hard onto the sofa in the private room.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
Two heavy thuds in a row, and the private room door was kicked open, an icy chill sweeping in.
The brute pressing down on Eva Nightingale didn’t even have time to react before a flying kick came out of nowhere and sent him crashing away.
"Bang—" Lucas Knight yanked him up and swung a brutal punch across the man’s face, smashing him hard back onto the floor.
"Ah..." The man let out a blood–curdling scream on reflex!!
"Where exactly did they touch you, hmm?" Lucas Knight was seething, his cold aura enough to freeze a man to death. "Harry North, wherever they touched her, cut that part off!!!"
The hazy, sordid vibe in the private room was wiped clean, leaving only a crushing, murderous rage.
"Hubby... hubby..."
Hearing the woman behind him softly call him twice, her voice silky and sultry, Lucas Knight felt his bones go weak.
"Easy now... my dear wifey, I’m right here!" He walked over, stretched out his long arm, and pulled Eva Nightingale into his arms.
The first thing he did was check her body and found blood on her hand!
"Hurts a lot, doesn’t it?" He caught her hand, placed a tender kiss on it, then pressed her head into his chest. "Don’t look."
He wouldn’t let her see.
Then he pulled a handgun from Harry North’s waistband, flicked off the safety, chambered a round, and pulled the trigger: "Bang..."
With one shot, a bloody mess exploded between the man’s legs; the pain was so blinding he passed out, not even the strength left to scream.
"Bang..."
Another shot, and a hole was blasted through the man’s hand!
Everyone’s faces went deathly pale with fright; even Harry North, who’d followed the Crown Prince for years, was shocked stiff.
Eva Nightingale’s head was still pressed into his chest. All she heard were two "bang bang" gunshots; she didn’t see a thing.
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