South Grant felt a chill run through his heart after listening to what they said.
He saw them starting to pull off their clothes, and soon, the ill-fitting police uniforms were shed from their bodies.
What ca into view were the vivid tattoos of a green dragon and white tiger on their arms and torso.
These guys weren’t police officers at all!
They were in disguise!
But how did they get the keys?
Who were they?
Why were they making things difficult for him?
Before South Grant could figure it out, he saw the two of them walking towards him.
"Who are you? What do you want?" South Grant asked in a deep voice.
At that mont, one of the n laughed.
"Soon enough, you’ll know what we want and who we are—we’re your man, hehe..."
Hearing their words, South Grant felt a chill in his heart, instantly understanding what they intended.
He could tell they ca prepared.
Because one of them had already set up a camcorder, pointing directly at South Grant; they were planning to film.
This ant they knew he was a woman before they even arrived!
There weren’t many people in this world who knew he was a woman, probably countable on one hand.
"Who sent you?" South Grant propped himself up, noticing that his jeans were already stained with blood.
One of the n saw South Grant’s current state and nudged the other man, saying:
"Boss, today’s our lucky day, let’s have so fun!"
South Grant looked around, discovering there was no escape; they had locked the door. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself.
"This is the police station!" South Grant reminded them in a stern voice.
"I know it’s the police station, why else do you think we have the keys!" the taller man said, reaching to grab South Grant.
As his hand reached out, South Grant lifted his foot, kicking with all his might towards his groin.
But South Grant’s movents were slow, and the man dodged.
His kick landed hard on the man’s thigh, causing him intense pain.
Then, the man slapped him across the face, knocking South Grant down again.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped clean before fixing a fierce gaze on them.
The shorter man hesitated under South Grant’s intense gaze, then, realizing he’d been intimidated, he spoke with a hollow bravado:
"Bla yourself for offending the wrong person, it’s got nothing to do with us; we’re just here for the money. If you want to hate, hate the right person."
With that, the two of them moved together, pulling South Grant’s legs, trying to tear off his jeans.
But South Grant wasn’t the type to just lie down and take it; even if he were to die, he’d take soone with him.
As one man’s hand ripped at his jeans, South Grant removed the Jade Token from around his neck.
Using the strong red string, he strangled the man’s neck with all his might.
Like a beast gone mad, he used every ounce of strength he had.
If the world bullies and humiliates , I’ll fight to the last breath, refusing to yield!
The other man, seeing South Grant strangling his companion, tried desperately to pry his hands away.
At this mont, South Grant’s strength was extraordinarily strong; his palms were bleeding from the rope, but he didn’t let go.
The man being strangled gradually stopped breathing, and South Grant, exhausted, was eventually overpowered and fell down helplessly.
Just then, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.
In the dim doorway stood a man in pajamas.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, like a furious lion ready to pounce.
Though dressed in pajamas, he exuded an aura of a warrior in battle armor, as if he would snap their necks the next mont.
South Grant had thought he was beyond rescue, having no strength left to struggle.
But amid the haze of consciousness, he saw Nathan Foster appear at the door.
Nathan Foster saw South Grant, her body covered in blood.
Her palms, the corners of her mouth, her face, and her lower body...
Nathan Foster’s face was as cold as ice as he strode quickly towards them.
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