Chapter 690
A salacious smile stretched across Leslie's handsome face.
"Of course! Not only have I prepared a necklace as a gift for her, but I've also prepared a huge surprise for her in Alnewgo. It doesn't matter how many walls she has erected around her heart, I'm determined to break through all of them!"
"Mr. Cline will certainly succeed," Ronan said with a nod.
"There's no question about it!"
Seeing how Ronan was wearing a similarly obscene smile, Leslie felt that he had met a kindred spirit. He couldn't control his excitement and said, "What? Do you want her too? If you manage to deal with that bastard, Jack, I'll give her to you after I get bored of her."
"That's wonderful! Thank you, Mr. Cline," Ronan exclaimed excitedly.
Suddenly, Ronan realized that something was amiss. "Huh? Where are we going? This isn't the way to the club, is it?"
Leslie also snapped back to his senses, realizing with a start that the car was headed toward a village that was on the outskirts of the city.
He bellowed angrily, "Edwin, are you fucking blind? Where the hell is this? Where the fuck are you taking us-What the fuck! You're not Edwin! Who the hell are you?"
Leslie only realized then that the person in the driver's seat wasn't Edwin Lorenzo, his driver, at all. The driver was built like a tank, had a fleshy face, and looked every bit like a gangster.
"Stop the car! Stop the car this instant!"
Leslie and Ronan screamed shrilly in fear. Even a fool would know that they had been caught in Jack's trap. They tried to stop the driver, but he only pushed the car faster and faster. It was clear that he had no intention to stop the car. In their panic, Leslie and Ronan threw the doors open and leapt out of the speeding car.
Leslie was a little more fortunate. He only tumbled around on the ground for a little while. Most of his teeth were intact, except for his front teeth that had been knocked out by Jack earlier during their altercation.
Ronan, on the other hand, was not so lucky. It was a struggle for him just to get back onto his feet, and he was limping badly when he approached Leslie. His glasses had also flown far away during the impact.
The driver stopped the car just as three muscular thugs with pudgy faces appeared and surrounded Leslie and Ronan. They were covered from head to toe in tattoos.
Realizing the dire situation they were in, Leslie immediately turned on his heel and ran away with his tail between his legs. Ronan's movements were hindered due to this busted leg, so he was swiftly captured by two thugs.
"Help! They're going to kill me!" Ronan shouted.
However, he quickly lost the ability to make a sound after the thugs began to rain down powerful blows on him. Leslie didn't have to guess to know that Ronan must be suffering greatly. He could only run as fast as his legs could carry him, cursing that they couldn't move any faster.
Noticing that a few thugs were closing in on him, Leslie was gripped with panic. He was surrounded by open fields as far as the eye could see, leaving him no place to hide. The thugs were on the verge of grabbing him, and he felt as if he was going to lose his mind from how panicked he was.
"What am I going to do?" Leslie thought to himself. "Am I going to die here?"
Suddenly, he noticed a pit nearby that was giving off a nauseating and putrid stench. It was an old pit where the farmers would discard their excrements. Without even a hint of hesitation, Leslie dove headfirst into it. As he sank into the disgusting pool, the pungent smell of the feces surrounded him and permeated all of his senses. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ find✦novel.net
Leslie nearly passed out from the overwhelmingly foul stench. He opened his mouth reflexively as the urge to vomit surged within him, accidentally allowing the feces to flow into his mouth and down his throat.
He had never experienced such pain in his life!
The angry voices of the thugs began to fade away into the distance. They
probably would never guess that Leslie would leap into a pit of feces to save his own skin.