Milan's dark gaze fell on my wrist. A doctor came in to dress my wound. He asked blandly, "When will this injury heal?"
Franky translated it to the doctor, and after replying to the question, the doctor dressed my wound for me.
Milan looked at me and said flatly, "Take a good rest to recuperate. We'll meet five days later."
I was not sure if he would hurt Shannon and the rest i n these five days, so I quickly asked, "Where are my friends?"
"They'll be fine."
Five days later, Milan took me to the red light district.
Deafening music was playing in the establishment. The dancers on the stage were twisting their bodies wildly, while the screams offstage almost shattered m y eardrums.
I was not used to an environment like this so I could hardly sit still.
Milan sat beside me drinking. His expression was cold and indifferent. It was as though he was not in a bar but at a negotiation table.
He wanted to exchange terms five days later, but I was not expecting to be taken here after I was discharged from the hospital today.
Only the two of us were sitting in this large private room. A number of beautiful women searching for their prey would look in our direction from time to time.
Clearly, these women had treated Milan as their prey.
He seemed to be very rich and handsome.
I was really confused about his motives now. After deliberating for a very long time, I asked him, "What d o you want, Mr. Milan?"
Milan looked at me and said blandly, "Keep quiet.”
I pursed my lips, feeling a little irritable by now.
It was difficult to stay calm in situations like this.
Nearly half an hour later, I suddenly noticed that Franky and Stephan, who were sitting not far away from us in the beginning, were now gone.
I looked at Milan again. He had taken out something that looked like an earpiece from his pocket, inserting it into his ear.
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