Xylie realized that she had run into a scoundrel. She swiftly spun on her heel to leave.
"Haha! Don't go, pretty!" A lackey wearing a gold chain grabbed her.
Licking his lips, he declared, "This is your lucky day! My boss, Rat, has taken
a fancy to you! Take a seat and have a few drinks with him!"
"… I don't know him!" Xylie argued even as she struggled.
"Haha, you don't even know Rat? Have you heard of the renowned Mr.
Webber in the southern area of Yeringham, then? Rat is his sworn brother!"
the man wearing a gold chain proclaimed with a smug grin.
Samuel enjoyed great popularity in Yeringham, especially among the
various major nightclubs and bars. No one was a stranger to his
reputation.
Xylie adamantly shook her head and struggled desperately.
"Damn it! As long as you agree to keep me company tonight, all this
money will be yours!"
Following that, Rat Lauer slapped a stack of bills onto the table. From the
looks of it, it was at least tens of thousands.
He had picked up girls from the bar countless times, and many pretended
to be virtuous. Yet, when all was said and done, they protested for the
sake of money.
Many of them instantly changed their tune upon seeing the stack of bills
awaiting them.
However, Xylie did not even spare it a single glance. She continued
struggling and countered icily, "Sorry, but you're mistaken! I'm not a bar
hostess. If you need one, I can help to notify someone to come over and
serve you."
Having said that, she pivoted to leave.
"Damn it, what a b*tch! You don't want to do things the nice way, huh?"
Going off the deep end, Rat smashed a beer bottle at her feet.
Crash!
The sound of the beer bottle shattering had the whole bar plunging into
silence in a flash.
"Take a step further if you dare! I'll kill you!" Rat threatened in a glacial
voice.
That snagged the attention of a number of people.
"What are the lot of you looking at? We might just gouge your eyes out!"
Each of Rat's lackeys was more arrogant than the last. They pointed at the
other patrons and cursed them out.
The people around did not even dare watch the show anymore, much less
attempt to be a knight in shining armor and save the damsel in distress.
After all, it was clear as day that the group of men was not to be trifled
with.
Xylie did her utmost best to remain calm, but her palms had long since
gone damp with sweat. She wanted to leave yet did not dare do so,
making for a pitiful sight.
Mistakenly assuming that she had given up resisting, Rat reached out to
grope her thigh.
"Haha, your leg is fair and supple, making me salivate, pretty!"
"Ah! Stop it, you scoundrel!"
In her moment of panic, Xylie slapped the man across the face.
Slap!
At once, the air seemingly froze.
Rat had been in the underground circles for a long time, and he had never
been struck by a woman.
Worse still, the incident happened in public, causing him great humiliation.
In the blink of an eye, the group of men smashed everything madly and
even pushed Xylie to the ground.
It was their first time encountering such an obstinate woman, but they
believed that anyone would end up begging for mercy at their hands.
She's dead today!
"How reprehensible!"
Seething inwardly, Yoel gritted his teeth at the side, his hands balled into
fists.
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Regretfully, he was scrawny and dared not step out at all. All of a sudden,
his gaze flickered. When he caught sight of Emmanuel, his mind whirred at
warp speed.
Everyone in Cloud Construction knows that he's the man who handled Mr.
Webber and ensured that the project could progress smoothly. Since he
can even deal with Mr. Webber, he must be capable of doing the same
with these few ruffians!
Chapter 67 Please Save Xylie
At that thought, he clenched his jaw and implored, "Please save Xylie, Mr.
Lowe!"
In truth, Emmanuel would have lent Xylie a hand without the man having
to make that request since the ruffians had gone overboard.
Nonetheless, he seized advantage of the opportunity and asked, "Can you
help me amend the logo if I were to help her?"
Yoel gritted his teeth. "I don't dare promise you anything, but I'll try my
best!"
"Deal!"
Immediately, Emmanuel stood up and walked out of the booth.
"Please don't make trouble at our bar, gentlemen!" Before Emmanuel could make his move, the manager strode over with some men.
When such an incident transpired, he had the responsibility to make an
appearance and handle the matter.
The man wearing a gold chain promptly swung a hand and bellowed,
"Who do you think you are that you dare say such a thing to us?"
No pushover, the manager instantly warned coldly, "You've got no right to
kick up a fuss here, buddy. We also have someone backing us up!"
Unexpectedly, Rat burst into raucous laughter. Patting the manager's face
haughtily, he hissed, "You've got someone backing you up? Does he dare
to go against me?"
"W-Who exactly are you?"
When the manager saw that the man remained as arrogant as ever, he
knew that the latter must be someone influential. His heart lurched.
"Tell him!"
"Understood, Rat!" Kicking a chair, the man wearing a gold chain
announced proudly, "Rat is Mr. Webber's sworn brother! Got it?"
"What? Mr. Webber?"
As expected, the manager was frightened, his expression changing
drastically.
As the manager of the bar, he knew Samuel and his men's ruthlessness
better than anyone else.
They were all vicious men who were accustomed to bloodshed, especially
Samuel. Rumor had it that the man even had blood on his hands.
That aside, it was rumored that even big companies such as Terence
Group and Cloud Construction dared not offend them easily. It went
without saying that he had not the guts to go against the group of savage
Chapter 68 Who Dares To Stop Me
men when he was merely an insignificant bar manager.
Taking in the terror on the manager's face, the group of ruffians grew all
the more arrogant and guffawed loudly.
"Hurry up and scram! You're not needed here!"
The man wearing a gold chain shoved the manager away. Without
warning, he yanked at Xylie's dress forcefully.
"Ahh!"
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Alongside Xylie's terrified scream, the top of her dress was ripped. The look
of her in tattered clothes further inflamed the men.
No longer able to hold himself back, Rat reached out to divest her of all
clothing.
Heh! The more innocent and aloof she is, the greater my possessiveness
toward her!
Unfortunately, before his filthy paw could make contact, it was restrained
by a clean and strong hand.
The grip was so tight that it felt like an iron manacle.
"Who's that? Who dares to stop me?"
Rat saw red at once.
Around him, his lackeys were also surprised, never having expected
someone to dare go up against them when they had made their identity
known.
"What a piece of trash!"
Loathed to talk to him, Emmanuel snagged a beer bottle and brought it
down on the man's head hard.
Crash!
The sound of the beer bottle shattering had the patrons around jumping
in fright.
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Milani felt as though a bomb had gone off deep within her, and terror
struck her.
She really could not fathom it all. This loser usually looks gentle, but he's
more ruthless than the last every time he fights for real!
"Damn it! Kill him!"
At Emmanuel's sudden act of violence, a long time passed before the
group of ruffians managed to gather their wits about them.
They quickly snagged beer bottles and charged toward the man.
Milani hastily hid in a corner, afraid that she would be caught in the
crossfire.
Yoel, on the other hand, was utterly anxious, worried that Xylie would be
injured in the fight.
"Ahh!"
At the sight of a beer bottle heading toward her, Xylie shrieked, her face
draining of all color in horror.
Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, Emmanuel spun and dodged
the attack while kicking his leg out at the other person.
Whoa! How incredible!
Xylie was entirely astounded.
Admiration similarly flooded Yoel. No wonder he could even subdue Mr.
Webber!
Naturally, Milani was the most shocked among them all.
Although she looked down upon Emmanuel, she could not deny that he
was more than ten times cooler than usual when he fought.
Sweeping his gaze over his lackeys, who were not Emmanuel's match, Rat
cradled his head as he sat on the ground. His face was contorted in rage.
"Damn it! Just wait! I'm going to call someone over to kill you!"