Chapter 9 Shelly Is About To Be Raped

There were three people currently in the room, two men and one woman.

The woman just so happened to be none other than Shelly, holding an empty beer bottle in her hand.

A middle-aged man with greasy strands of hair on his nearly balding head was circling around Shelly, letting out an evil laugh.

" Shelly, you are such a good drinker."

A young man, who was staring fixedly at Shelly's chest, also said lustfully, "As long as you drink some more, the grace period to pay us back is negotiable..."

At this time, Shelly's face was flushed and her vision appeared to be blurred. She seemed to be already drunk and could not string together a complete sentence.

But not a lot of time had gone by since Shelly had walked in. How could she already be drunk?

This meant that she was actually drugged.

Garry thought about all the rumors circulating and instantly understood what was going on. He shouted, "Get your hands off of her!"

Garry hurried over, took Shelly's hand, and wanted to drag her away.

How could the two men just let Shelly leave like that?

They were planning to play with this stubborn female college student tonight.

"Damn it! How dare you barge in and interrupt me like this!"

The bald middle-aged man shouted angry words at Garry.

The other young man also shouted, "Where did all the security guards go? Where are they now?"

Then he rushed forward, about to grab Shelly.

Garry kicked the young man out of the way.

At this crucial time, two security guards ran in. They were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them and asked in a hurry, "Sir, what happened?"

"Damn it! Don't you have any eyes?"

The middle-aged man was very angry. "This guy right here has come to stir up trouble for me. Take him out immediately!"

The two security guards did as they were told. They pulled out their batons and pounced on Garry fiercely.

With one hand supporting Shelly and the other fighting them off, Garry couldn't dodge their batons in time.

When the batons were about to land on him, a deafening shout spread all across the room.

"I want to see who dares to attack him!"

A strong figure leaped up from the side, flung himself in front of Garry, and blocked the baton attack with his back.

Then he turned around, grabbed hold of one of the short batons and smashed it into the head of one of the security guards.

The security guard screamed in pain. He held his broken and bleeding head with blood-soaked hands.

When Garry saw who it was, he exclaimed in surprise, "Stone!"

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Smith. I'll handle things from here!"

Stone's face was firm and unmoved, and his expression did not change at all even after his back had been hit.

His eyes were frosty as he scanned the crowd surrounding him as if he saw only a bunch of dead people.

Then he moved to raise his foot suddenly.

Bang! Bang!

That was two whams in a row.

The crowd only saw a blur of movement and before they knew it, the two security guards were kicked away by Stone.

They fell heavily to the floor, too beaten up to get up.

"Who in the world are you? How dare you come here to stir up trouble?"

Even though it was obvious the young man was scared, he still managed to issue a threat in a loud voice. "I'll have someone kill you now!"

The middle-aged man carefully studied Stone's face and suddenly something seemed to dawn on him.

He had a terrified expression on his face and shouted, "You are Stone Miller who goes by the nickname Black Tiger!"

The other man was also shocked to his bones.

He shivered in fear and exclaimed, "Is he the man who killed three top leaders of the underworld in Lingate and caused serious unrest? This is unbelievable!"

Everyone in the room gasped in astonishment.

What was such a ruthless person doing here?

Was he here to make trouble for them?

They hadn't gotten over the shock when something more surprising happened.

Stone walked straight to Garry after knocking down all the security guards.

"Mr. Smith, I'm sorry for arriving late," he said, bowing his head respectfully.

Garry was flabbergasted by what he had just seen. His lips were slightly agape as he stared in a daze.

The two men looked at Garry with admiration. They felt that he was such a cool young man.

Wow! He was so extraordinary.

Who was he?

Why did Stone, the man who unsettled the underworld, bow to him so respectfully?

He looked too young to be the boss of such a powerful person!

The two of them couldn't believe their eyes.

Stone was a little scared after he got no response from Garry. He feared that he would be punished for not showing up soon enough.

To show that he was indeed sorry, he turned to the two men and shot them a searing glare. "You bastards, did you just say that you would kill Mr. Smith?"

Stone squatted all of a sudden. His eyes glistened with murderous intent.

It was as if he was a black leopard who would pounce on its prey any moment from now. With the speed of light, he ran to the young man.

Before anyone could move a muscle, a punch landed on the young man's face. He fainted and blood streaked out of his nose.

The next second, Stone raised one of his legs and brought it down on the middle-aged man's chest.

He exerted great strength to press him to the floor.

"Sir, it was just a misunderstanding. I wasn't in the right state of mind when I offended your boss. I guess old age is gradually taking a toll on me. I'm sorry. Please spare my life!"

The middle-aged man named Bartley Wilson coughed as he begged for mercy, pretending to be a sick man.

Loan sharks in this local area were always insightful and sensible. They knew when it wasn't worth it to put up a fight.

Bartley, who was wearing a heavy gold necklace, was no exception.

He knew that he was just one kick away from dying now that Stone had his leg on his chest.

Even though he didn't know Garry's background, he guessed that he was not someone to be trifled with. He had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Shut up!" Garry snapped angrily after he finally came to his senses.

Bartley covered his mouth and whimpered like a scared puppy. He didn't dare to utter one more word.

Garry snorted at him. He then walked over to Shelly. He gently patted her face.

"Ah!"

Shelly's groan sounded so amorous in his ears.

Her face was as red as a blooming rose. There were teeth marks beneath her lower lip. It seemed like she had done that to herself. Her legs were clamped and twisted together.

"What did you do to her?" Garry asked furiously, turning to Bartley.

"I... I drugged her with an aphrodisiac," Bartley answered in pain, gasping for breath.