It was just as Luna expected.
The man instantly frowned upon Luna’s words. He glared at her furiously.
"So what if I have a scar? Is this scar ugly? It’s not!"
Slap!
He smacked Luna brutally. "Stupid b*tch! How dare you laugh at me!"
A slap was not good enough for him, so he slapped her once more. Luna could taste blood in her mouth.
She bit her lip. Blood started seeping through the cracks of her lips. With her miserable face, she was beautiful and sultry, yet that man could no longer see her beauty. He only had rage on his mind; the rage from being despised and looked down upon!
"What use is there looking so pretty? You have a vicious heart. You should be beaten to death!"
Then, he swung his hand down on Luna again. This time, before his face could land, a piercing police siren blared out outside the warehouse. Along with the sound of sirens, there was the sound of footsteps and the shouting of police officers.
"To the people inside: you have been surrounded! I urge you to surrender quickly! If not, we'll force our way in! Let the hostage go!"
The man who was about to slap Luna paused for a while. He wanted to say something when there was a red dot in the middle of his brows.
He stiffened.
The red dot...was the red pointer from a sniper!
Together with the commotion outside, the man instantly sweated profusely.
He slowly stood up with both his hands up in the air, surrendering. The red dot remained on his forehead.
The men in black were frightened almost half to death.
The man bit his lip and asked in a suppressed tone, "Is there a back door here?"
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