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At this moment, I deliberately put on a desperate demeanor, and combined with the faint feeling in my heart, it naturally manifested as an incredibly fierce expression on my face. Those muscular men seemed to be intimidated by my aura, standing dumbfounded not far away, while the dagger in my hand swiftly plunged downward.
Success or failure hinged on this instant. As a People's Police officer, I certainly could not make the move to sever Huang Boss's finger. However, if I did not display this level of intensity, Huang Boss would not relent. It was indeed a dilemma, but Huang Boss had previously made it clear that businessmen are driven by profit. Seeing how Huang Boss took such care of his own feet, I did not believe he would dare to sacrifice his fingers.
At this moment, I was merely gambling. If the knife fell and Huang Boss still showed no reaction, then today Juan Juan and Mary would undoubtedly be humiliated. The situation had reached this point; there was no use in saying anything further. In the blink of an eye, my knife was already very close to Huang Boss's fingers.
"Stop!" At that moment, Huang Boss, whom I had under control, shouted loudly.
Yet my knife plunged straight down, slipping between Huang Boss's fingers and embedding itself deeply into the wooden tea table. The tension in the room finally eased. Looking at Huang Boss now, he was trembling all over, gasping for breath as if he had just run a marathon. I controlled him and felt the sweat dripping down his body.
Huang Boss must have thought I truly dared to strike hard, but in reality, from the very beginning, I aimed for the space between his fingers. Ever since that incident years ago, I had found it difficult to hold a gun, so I began to practice with a dagger intensively. My control over the dagger was something most people could not match. Thus, while it seemed my dagger was just a hair's breadth away from piercing Huang Boss's flesh, I was quite confident that I would not accidentally injure him.
I also breathed a sigh of relief. Although Huang Boss could be considered one of the more formidable figures in Tianlan City, he still lacked the mental fortitude compared to me. While Huang Boss might often beat people up or injure them, I dealt with corpses daily; I had seen more dead bodies than living people I knew. In this regard, Huang Boss was no match for me.
Huang Boss's earlier aggression and bravado were merely an act because he understood that if he faltered first, he would fall into a passive position and could no longer use Juan Juan and Mary to threaten us. Furthermore, his image in front of his subordinates would suffer greatly.
However, when it came to life—or rather, his fingers—he chose himself. This was normal; how many people in the world possess the courage for self-sacrifice, especially for something like this?
But even though Huang Boss shouted "stop," whether his words reached those in the scene remained uncertain. In the scene before me, I could see the structure of the house and deduced from Huang Boss's personality that this place should not be far from us; it might even be right next door. However, that was merely speculation.
If Juan Juan and Mary were on the third or fourth floor in the room at the edge, then it was likely that Huang Boss's voice would not reach those people's ears. This meant that even though Huang Boss called for a halt, the unaware lecherous middle-aged man might continue without stopping. Therefore, during our rush to the scene, this lecherous middle-aged man and others might have already stripped Juan Juan and Mary.
For this possibility, all I could do was hope my deductions were correct—that they were indeed nearby or that there were communication devices capable of transmitting directly to those people's rooms. But at this moment, there was nothing else I could do except pray that Juan Juan and Mary's room was right next to us and that sound could travel through walls.
While still firmly controlling Huang Boss, I kept my eyes glued to the screen. At that moment, I noticed that the movements of those in the scene had noticeably slowed down; a weight lifted off my heart. This indicated that those perverted men and others in the scene could hear our voices synchronously—they should be able to hear our shouts here.
We had spoken before, yet the people in the scene showed no signs of change, indicating that they could not hear our normal conversation. However, when I was betting with Huang, the individuals inside did not react particularly either, suggesting that they couldn't hear us even when we spoke softly. Although Huang had only uttered a single word earlier, his voice was loud.
Analyzing this point suggests that there were no communication devices in this place, and the hesitation from the other party might have been due to unclear hearing. This implies that their room must be nearby; only then can we explain what just happened.
The person in the scene hesitated for a moment but did not hear any subsequent sounds. After pausing briefly, they immediately resumed their actions. Seeing this, I said to Huang, "The room where they are locked up is nearby. Shout out for them to stop right now; otherwise, the next knife to stab won't be at the Tea Table but at your finger!"
My boldness and ruthless approach seemed to leave Huang shaken. At that moment, he shouted again, "Stop! Don't lay a hand on those two!"
Only then did the people in the scene truly understand who Huang was speaking to. The leading Lecherous Middle-Aged Man immediately halted and restrained the others. However, one Young Man was still driven by lust and disregarded the middle-aged man's words as he continued to crawl toward the bed. Just then, the Lecherous Middle-Aged Man kicked him to the ground.
He exclaimed, "What are you doing? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what Huang said?"
At this moment, the young man realized that everyone around him had stopped moving and was staring at him in confusion. The Lecherous Middle-Aged Man continued, "Now, everyone stay still and listen to what Huang has to say. No noise!"
It seemed my deduction was correct; indeed, this room was not far from us. As long as Huang spoke loudly enough, these people could hear him. With this thought in mind, I immediately told Huang, "Let them leave now. I will find my friend to take them away, and then we can discuss our matters."
Both Huang and I understood that once one side compromised, it would continue to do so; otherwise, everything we had done before would be meaningless. This was also why I had previously stopped Dezi; now the initiative was firmly in our hands. Even if Huang wanted to backtrack now, it would be futile. Controlled by me, Huang couldn't turn away; she glanced at me and said, "Fine, today I'll concede to you all. But you must understand that this matter isn't over."
Saying this, Huang shouted loudly, "That's right! I'm talking about you bald guy! Now all of you withdraw; someone will come to take those two women away—don't obstruct them."
Huang's voice was loud enough to reach their ears. The Lecherous Middle-Aged Man in the scene responded, "You all heard that! Now get out!"
Although these individuals appeared somewhat frustrated—after all, such beautiful girls were right in front of them and within their grasp—they dared not disobey Huang's words. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a flicker of luck. If any one of a series of conditions had not been met earlier, Juan Juan and Mary would have been violated by these men today.
At this moment, I even felt grateful toward that middle-aged Perverted Man; if he hadn't wanted to continue enjoying the view for a few more minutes, who knows what situation we would be facing now?
At that moment, I was still controlling Boss Huang with one hand while pulling out my phone from my pocket with the other. I sent a text message to Yuzelin, asking about his current situation. Earlier at Tiansen Supermarket, Yuzelin had separated from us, so it was possible that Guo Guoqing's people hadn't reported Yuzelin to Boss Huang. Soon, Yuzelin replied with a message: "I've discovered that this is indeed a brothel."
Looking at the message, I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration. I thought to myself, "You just realized that? We've already been through quite an ordeal here." I quickly texted Yuzelin again: "Come to the fourth floor immediately. Juan Juan and Mary are in danger. Get them out right now, quickly."
Before long, Yuzelin sent me a reply with just one word: "Got it!"
Although Yuzelin didn't fully understand what was happening, he was quick to act. At that moment, the scene shifted to the corridor where they had already evacuated. Within minutes, we saw Yuzelin running up from downstairs. He looked at the people around him, and they looked back at him. Although Yuzelin was unaware of the specifics of the situation, he could clearly sense that something was off.
I hurriedly sent another message to Yuzelin: "Immediately take Mary and Juan Juan away. These people won't do anything. We'll explain everything back at the Police Department. After you leave, remember to send me a text."
Upon receiving my message, Yuzelin understood that I could see him now. He nodded and walked into the open room. Shortly after, several people helped Juan Juan and Mary out. At that moment, both Mary and Juan Juan were still asleep, completely unaware of what had transpired. I had been worried about what might happen to them when they entered; now it seemed my fears were justified.
Fortunately, they still didn't know what had happened until now—perhaps that could be considered a stroke of luck.
Next would be our turn to deal with things.
A man frequently engaged in relationships with multiple female colleagues at night. After they all became pregnant and subsequently died, he found himself in a precarious situation as he was mistaken for the father of a dead baby. A remark from his mother-in-law left him utterly stunned...
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