Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Fane only walked over after he had gotten Selena’s permission.
"This is..."
Several male employees in the scene stared at each other hesitantly.
"Wow, you really want to get ahead, huh?" Sonia was practically rejoicing internally at the sight before
her. " Miss Taylor, are you sure your dear hubby is going to b e alright? It's not just one or two men
there." Sonia prayed so hard that Fane would be beaten to death by the gang. This brat did not show
any respect to her at all; he even made her look terrible in front of everyone.
"I believe in him!"
Selena smiled indifferently. When Fane pummeled Neil's underlings black and blue earlier this noon,
her confidence in him was amplified.
"What's your problem, little punk? Trying to be a hero now, huh?"
Two of the men walked up to Fane when they saw him approaching them.
"The lady has said she's only here to drink with the customer, not to sleep with them. Didn’t you hear
her clearly?" chastised Fane. "Let her go. Otherwise, I'll make you understand the true meaning of
regret."
"Wow, aren't you talking big? Do you know who we are?" snapped one of the men, arrogance written
all over his face. "We are Master Howard’s men. Picking a fight against us is like choosing to fight
against Master Howard!"
"Little brat, our boss fancy this woman here. Besides, it’s not that we didn't pay her. What's wrong with
you?" the other man chimed in. "Also, she is dressed inappropriately to drink with us and pretends to
be a pure and innocent girl. It's her fault!”
Bam!
Fane instantly swung his leg and gave each of them a roundhouse kick; it sent the man flying.
Puff!
The two were slammed heavily on the ground and immediately tasted blood rushing from their nose.
"Since you're not letting the lady go, you've forced my hand into this!"
"I don't care which master you're serving. In Middle Province, if you offend me, you will kneel!"
Fane's face was icy cold as though he was from the underworld. His all too powerful aura instantly
made the temperature in the hallway drop several degrees. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
Those darkened eyes of his were like the king of the jungle; it carried a noble aura that no one could go
against.
"What the f*ck! Are you digging your own grave?”
The tattooed guy loosened his grip on the woman and took out a knife from his back pocket. He
stretched his body and walked toward Fane with a savage expression as though he was ready to
slaughter Fane. He stepped forward, aiming for Fane's abdomen.
"Ughh!”
In the next second, Fane firmly grasped the tattooed guy’s arm, and the knife in his hand dropped to
the ground. The fiery pain shot up his arm and all the way to his head. His face was distorted in great
pain.
"Boss!"
The other man who was holding onto the woman immediately loosened his grip as well. He
immediately opened the VIP room and yelled, "Guys, it's bad! Our boss has been beaten up! Everyone,
come out now! This brat is really asking for a dance with death."
"What the hell? How dare he beat our boss! He doesn't want to live anymore, that's for sure!"
"The f*ck! Who did it? Rather bold on his part! Our boss is one of Master Howard’s men!"
Suddenly, the rest of the gang rushed out of the VIP room, all equally enraged.