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.
"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.
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