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Chapter 23 Is this guy a devil?

metropolis.

A black Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra sedan glided gently down a street.

The streets are crisscrossed with roads, like the web woven by a drunken spider.

The car drove past a row of houses and finally stopped on a gravel driveway.

"Oh!"

The car door opened, and several men in black suits picked up the unconscious women in the back seat and walked into the room.

In the spacious hall, Frank Gallo, who had been waiting for a long time, saw his men bringing someone in and picked up the cigar at hand.

He was a large man with a doo-doo face and a hooked nose.

Because she was Sicilian, her oily skin often had the color of solidified cinnamon.

"Boss, these women are of good quality."

After throwing the three women to the ground, his men said to him, "Those rich people must be very satisfied."

Frank stood up, looked at the woman on the ground, and took a puff of his cigar with satisfaction.

"Yes, especially this one."

As he said this, he reached out and touched the face of one of the blonde girls.

The other person is perfect in both figure and face.

Frank is the boss of this gangster group.

The business he was engaged in was not like drug trafficking or arms smuggling like other gangs.

Rather, it is the trafficking of women and children that is more risky but also more profitable.

What he has been doing all along is sending young and beautiful women to the beds of those bigwigs in exchange for their political protection and money.

"Send her to my room."

Frank looked at the blonde girl's exposed skin and suddenly became interested. He asked his men to send the girl to his room.

In the room, under dim lights.

Frank touched the girl's face with his fingers and nodded repeatedly as if he was appreciating a work of art.

His fingers climbed up the girl's chin like spider legs, across the dried blood, and reached her forehead.

"Well"

Martha MacDonald woke up slowly.

My head was aching and my whole body felt extremely tired.

Rubbing her hazy eyes, she wondered why she seemed to be lying on the bed.

Aren’t you drinking with your besties in the bar?
A handsome young man came over to toast her, but she and her girlfriends didn't take it seriously and just drank a glass with laughter.

My memory after that is blurry and I don't remember anything.

Trying hard to open her eyes, she suddenly felt something crawling on her forehead.

Looking at the unknown object, I found that it was a few fingers.

The owner of the finger, a fat guy, was giving him a devilish smile.

"what!"

The frightened Martha MacDonald let out a scream of terror.

She tried to curl up backwards, but Frank grabbed her arm and dragged her to the end of the bed.

"Boom!"

He punched Martha in the face without any mercy.

Martha immediately felt a sharp pain.

She felt dizzy and suddenly lost the power to resist.

Just as Frank was about to do whatever he wanted, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him. "Hey, Frank."

"Fuck! I said no one is allowed in here!"

Frank, whose interest was disturbed, turned around angrily.

As a result, he was grabbed by the head and slammed against the wall.

Frank, feeling dizzy and dazed, subconsciously tried to fight back, but was hit in the abdomen by a punch.

As if struck by lightning, he slowly fell to the floor, holding his stomach.

In severe pain, he raised his head with difficulty, and all he could see was a face wearing black-framed glasses.

Peter looked down at Frank, who was holding his stomach and groaning, then looked at the girl who was huddled in a ball on the bed.

Shaking his head, he grabbed Frank and dragged him outside.

Peter originally planned to just rob the gang headquarters and kill all the scum who trafficked children and women, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Oh!"

Frank was dragged into the living room and kicked hard.

He let out a painful groan and looked around. He saw his brothers lying on the ground groaning, and his heart sank immediately.

"Sir, here is some money, if you want, you can take it all!"

Realizing that Peter in front of him was not a good person, Frank immediately gave in.

"You are wrong. The money here belonged to me the moment I stepped in, so you don't need to remind me that all the money belongs to me."

Peter said he came here just to make money.

He pulled over a chair, sat down, and picked up a pistol from the ground.

"But I can let you go."

Peter pointed his gun at the other man and said, "Since you like to show off your prowess so much, shoot now. Come on, point it at your men and show them a bit."

"what?!"

Frank thought he had heard it wrong and looked at him in shock.

"bring it on."

Peter asked all the brothers lying on the ground to stand up, "Stand in front of your boss and watch him perform for you."

Frank swallowed and begged Peter for mercy in fear.

"Sir, I was wrong, please let me go, I will give you all my money, you can have whatever you want"

Seeing this guy in such a miserable and terrified state, Peter lost interest in playing and just shot him in the lower part of the body.

With a "bang", Frank fell to the ground, covering his body and groaning in pain.

When other gangsters saw Peter firing, they wanted to fight back, but they were shot one after another and fell to the ground and died instantly.

Martha MacDonald in her bedroom, with her back against the door.

Although she couldn't see what was happening outside, what Peter had said before made her heart beat fast.

Is this guy a devil?!
Although he was grateful to Peter for saving him, he also felt that he had a bad taste.

but
She clenched her fists and felt unexpectedly relieved.

This is the method that must be used to deal with such villains.

Just as she was daydreaming, she was startled by the sudden sound of gunfire outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull gunshot was heard outside, followed by the sound of people falling to the ground one after another with a "thump".

The surroundings fell into deathly silence, and Martha MacDonald held her breath nervously.

(End of this chapter)