"Little bastard!" Hearing the young girl's foul language, this term flashed through most people's minds. These days, "little bastards" are exactly like that: they appear innocent like schoolgirls, but in reality, they're quick to curse, morally corrupt, prone to drunkenness and disorderly conduct, and behave indecently. Their lives are chaotic, and they don't care who's possessing their bodies. Some might sleep with a stranger for a meal, while others don't even need a reason, choosing partners entirely based on their mood. This young girl had just been flirting with that forty-something-year-old man in public, and in the blink of an eye, she changed her attitude towards the long-faced giant. Truly a standard thug and delinquent.
The long-faced, burly man let out a lewd laugh: "What, little sister? Others can touch you, but I can't?"
The young girl glared back at the long-faced man without backing down: "Idiot, do you have money? If you did, you could touch me. If you don't have money, you still want to take advantage of me? Get the hell out of here and go touch your mother."
A burst of laughter erupted in the hall. The young delinquent girl lived up to her reputation; she looked delicate and frail, but when she got angry, her words were sharp and unforgiving. No wonder that burly man in his forties could have harassed her in public—he'd paid her.
The long-faced burly man, humiliated by the crowd's ridicule, lost face. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let out a sneer: "You three-handed bitch, did that idiot give you money? Don't think I didn't see it. You changed three people in less than an hour, and you must have stolen a lot of money from their pockets!"
At this, many people in the hall had strange expressions. At first, they thought that the long-faced man was sexually harassing the young girl, but after the long-faced man finished speaking, they realized that there was another reason.
This young delinquent was actually a thief! Even the thugs maintaining order at the Never Sleeps bar looked at the young girl with surprise.
A rustling sound filled the hall as many people began checking their pockets and purses. It was estimated that they had all had some physical contact with the girl, since most of the people here carried large sums of cash. If a thief was extremely skilled, they could steal a lot of money without anyone noticing when they passed by.
With everyone's attention focused on her and the long-faced man exposing her, the young girl was instantly filled with anger and anxiety. She shouted in a fit of rage, "Who said I stole someone else's money? What the hell do you have to prove it? If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll have someone chop you up!"
Ling Yun shook his head. This girl was too young and impulsive. Since that long-faced big man could find out her whereabouts so easily, he was not worried about finding evidence. She was not confident enough to challenge him, and many people were already looking at her with unfriendly eyes. They obviously suspected her. Why should she not take advantage of the chaos and slip away? Why should she wait to be caught red-handed? She could not afford to offend any of the people here.
The long-faced man slowly glanced at the crowd of onlookers, a filthy smile suddenly appearing on his ugly face: "Bitch, I saw it all. You stuffed the stolen money into your underwear. If you want to prove your innocence, take off your underwear and let everyone see, to prove you didn't steal it, haha."
"Yeah, make her take off her underwear and let us see." Immediately, someone joined in the commotion, whistling and cheering.
"If she won't take it off, how about we help her take it off?" someone shouted, seemingly eager to stir up trouble.
"Damn it, my money is gone! That bitch must have stolen it. Damn it, strip that bitch naked and see if she stuffed the money in her pants." Many others looked shocked, then angrily turned to the young girl, unsure whether they had really lost money or were just looking for a glimpse of her.
The burly men in black at the Never-Sleeping City bar merely watched the noisy crowd warily. The people who came here were all regulars, and each of them was quite wealthy. If they were to stop them now, it would definitely provoke the crowd's dissatisfaction. As long as a fight didn't actually break out, the thugs didn't bother to cause any trouble.
The leader and Ling Yun also stopped in their tracks. The sudden turn of events puzzled them both. Ling Yun, in particular, had a strange feeling as he stared at the young girl, wanting to see how she would handle the situation.
Many people were slowly approaching the young woman and the long-faced man.
Chapter 134 The Death of the Old Demon
The young girl was practically driven mad by the long-faced man. Seemingly oblivious to the many people watching her fierce and violent gaze, she glared at him with her delicate eyes, pointing and angrily shouting, "Stop spouting nonsense! I didn't..." Her words were still sharp, but her tone had softened, making it easier to believe the long-faced man was telling the truth.
Many others stood aside with sinister smiles, quietly waiting for the show to begin. It seemed this young delinquent was in for trouble. Long ago, when she flirted with the burly man in his forties without a care in the world, many people had already disliked her. Now, seeing that many people were planning to humiliate her in public, many of them had a gleeful yet filthy thought, eagerly anticipating someone stepping forward and pulling off the young delinquent's underwear in public.
"You hid money not only in your underwear, but also in your bra. You think no one can see you hiding money in the bathroom?" The long-faced man sneered, then suddenly reached out with lightning speed, grabbed the girl's bra strap, and yanked it down hard. "Stop hiding it, let everyone see, you bitch!"
Caught off guard, the young girl's tank top was ripped off by the long-faced man, along with her black bra. Her full breasts were immediately exposed to the dazzling lights, and those two plump, snow-white peaks instantly ignited the eyes of all the men.
With two sharp cracks, two stacks of folded hundred-yuan bills were flung out of the black Wensha D-cup bra and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The girl let out a piercing scream and immediately covered her chest with her arms and squatted down. Even a momentary glimpse of her skin was unbearable for her pride as a woman.
The hall erupted in commotion, with many of those who discovered their money missing filled with anger.
"Strip this bitch naked and see how much money she stole."
"Damn it, no wonder this bitch bumped into me when I came in and even tried to seduce me with her eyes. She's after my money. I'll teach her a lesson."
"………………"
More people began to slowly approach the young girl, their eyes filled with a cruel, sadistic pleasure. To publicly humiliate such a young delinquent was enough to satisfy the twisted, dark desires of most.
The young girl finally gave in. Trembling, she looked up in terror at the men around her, their eyes burning with fury. Involuntarily, she clutched her crocodile-skin bag, trying to cover her exposed breasts, but the more she half-covered herself, the more it aroused the men's lust.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, the young girl quickly unzipped the crocodile skin bag, took out the short-sleeved shirt she was wearing from the bulging bag, draped it haphazardly over her shoulders, rummaged through the bag for a while, and then took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills, which she threw tremblingly on the ground: "You... don't come any closer, I have money, as long as you let me go, this money is yours."
She was already terrified and had no idea that the men only wanted to have their way with her in public; whether she had actually stolen the money was secondary. At this moment, using her money and a pitiful appearance to beg for forgiveness would only further stimulate the men's nerves, which were already gradually losing their rationality due to excitement.
"Little girl, we don't want you to pay back the money, we just want you to prove your innocence. As long as you lift your skirt and take off your underwear for everyone to see, to prove that you haven't hidden anything, we'll believe you didn't steal the money." The long-faced man said smugly, looking very relaxed, as if he was very proud of himself for being able to stir up the emotions of so many people in such a short time.
"That's right, bitch, hurry up and take them off. You seemed to have an orgasm when that guy touched you in public. Take off your panties and give us another performance later." A raspy, hoarse voice rang out, immediately eliciting another round of enthusiastic responses and uproarious laughter from the crowd.
The well-dressed thugs simply stood by and watched the spectacle. As long as the guests didn't cause a scene, they wouldn't interfere even if the young delinquent was publicly assaulted. Many of the thugs thought to themselves that the girl was too ignorant and didn't know where she was, or who she could afford to offend, even if she were raped.
The leader glanced at Ling Yun with a bored expression, only to see him staring intently, seemingly absorbed. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly; this young man seemed to be no big deal, just like the other good-for-nothings in the hall, only interested in a life of debauchery. He didn't want to delay the important matter this mysterious guest had mentioned, especially since such incidents, while not daily occurrences, happened every few days; he'd seen them so often that he'd become indifferent.
Since Ling Yun was interested, the leader became less anxious and simply played along.
Even with her thick skin, the young woman couldn't bear the men's lecherous gazes and foul language. A tear finally rolled down her cheek, leaving two pink lines on her heavily made-up face—the result of the makeup being washed away by the water.
She sobbed with her head down, reaching into her purse and rummaging through it, throwing out jewelry and money as she mumbled a plea that sounded like a dream: "Take all of this, please let me go."
Unable to resist the burning desire any longer, the man grabbed her bare, white shoulders and said, "Little girl, take your clothes off for me. Stop pretending to be a virtuous woman. This isn't the place for you to perform."
The hall suddenly fell silent. Dozens of intense gazes were fixed on the young woman in the man's arms. She was slightly staggered by the man's grip, her hand still inside her bag, while the man's other large hand reached for the short-sleeved shirt she had just put on.
"That's right, this is definitely not the place for me to perform. So, I'm here to kill people. Unfortunately, you're the first one." The young girl suddenly raised her pitiful face, which still had two lines of tears on it, but a cruel smile had already appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Pass!
After a muffled gunshot, the man who had grabbed the young girl widened his eyes and looked at her with disbelief. He then slowly looked down at the delicate silver women's pistol that was held in the young girl's hand and pressed tightly against his lower abdomen. His expression became somewhat confused, as if he hadn't seen the girl's lightning-fast withdrawal of the pistol from her crocodile skin bag and her subsequent firing at him.
The crimson bloodstains were rapidly spreading through the gray shirt, quickly forming a vivid and deadly flower of blood on the man's lower abdomen. Filled with deep confusion and bewilderment, the man released his grip on the young girl's shoulder. Everything went black, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
Everyone was stunned. The sudden change made the man, who had just been frantically trying to seduce the girl in public, feel extremely unreal. His body seemed to freeze as if a central computing processor that was running at full speed had encountered a virus, emitting brilliant sparks while simultaneously becoming stagnant.
The young girl seized the moment of stunned silence in the crowd, lightly stepping on the fallen man, expressionlessly raising her pistol, aiming it at a certain direction among the crowd, and pulling the trigger.
Five thunderous gunshots rang out in quick succession, echoing through the hall. A gaunt, middle-aged man in his forties collapsed to the ground. He had been shot twice in the forehead, and three times each in the chest and abdomen. Each shot hit a vital spot, and he died without uttering a sound.
Hot blood splattered like raindrops onto the faces and bodies of the people who were still staring in disbelief. As if a plague were spreading, fear and terror instantly spread through the crowd. Even the cold-blooded with their own blood on their hands could not remain calm and composed in the face of death.
Especially when they saw a living person being shot dead right in front of them, the shock was something they didn't see often. The crowd immediately panicked and began to scatter and flee.