Almost at once, another gunshot rang, and one of the armed men, his handsome face twitching, yelled in anger,
"Have you all gone mad?"
His people were stunned, "Huh?"
The man stomped his foot in frustration, "Go after her!!"
All his men rushed out.
"Ah! That's Chloe! Our Chloe!"
"Yes! Right! Exactly!"
...
Meanwhile, another armed man was in the booth, his cold face showing a touch of confusion. He looked calmly at the man stomping his foot in anger and asked, "Was that Chloe?"
Stanley, realizing there was still an enemy in the booth, raised his gun and pointed it at the man again.
"I warn you, she's my girl. If you have any ideas about her, I'll make you regret it!"
The man sitting on the sofa just chuckled, twirled his gun in his hand, and slowly pushed it against Stanley's sensitive area. Not aiming, but really pushing, it felt very real through the pants.
"Still standing there?"
The man's face had a faint smile. His deep voice was as cold as an echo in an ice cellar, which could send chills down one's spine.
...
Stanley's face instantly turned serious, with a "click" a bullet was loaded.
"Are you underestimating me, or provoking me?"
The man laughed indifferently, one hand propping on the back of the sofa, one hand pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a lighter. Then he exhaled a puff of smoke, blurring his calm and domineering face.
His calm demeanor seemed to indicate that he didn't care about the potential loss of his manhood at any moment.
"Mr. Stanley, instead of worrying about a man like me who hasn't even seen Ms. Chloe's face, you might want to consider the man who lives under the same roof with her, sleeps in the same bed, and is about to get engaged to her, as being smarter."
Stanley's face became even more serious, "Don't try to change the subject. A rival in love must be dealt with from the root. You haven't even seen her face, what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"
Stanley was getting angrier and angrier; his last words had a bit of a teeth-grinding tone.
The man chuckled, "Aren't these qualifications given by you?"
...
When Damon came back, he found that Chloe wasn't in the booth. After asking, Rose dodged the question saying that she had lost the game and went to borrow some penny candy. His face darkened instantly. He turned around and was about to go find her, but just as he opened the door of the booth, a familiar figure flashed before his eyes.
As soon as she caught a glimpse of him, she quickly stepped back two steps, grabbed his hand, and started running.
"Let's get out of here!"
Damon looked at the crowd behind him that almost blocked the entire corridor, his eyebrows frowned tightly.
"Chloe, wait for us!"
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