Chapter 2232
Sergei was captured
"Of course I know who you are, so I came to you." Stonebridge answered, his tone firm, letting Rorick feel his sincerity and determination. He looked Rorick straight in the eye, not flinching, trying to break his psychological defenses.
"We, the Demache family, are fearless." Rorick declared loudly, trying to show the family's majesty and strength. His voice echoed in the VIP room, full of confidence and pride. He stood up and clenched his fists, as if to declare to the world that his family was inviolable.
"You're not even afraid of clowns?" Stonebridge said, trying to break Rorick's psychological defenses with this sentence. He stared at Rorick closely, observing his reaction. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile, as if hinting at something.
"Clown?" Rorick looked confused, obviously not understanding what Stonebridge meant. His brows furrowed even tighter, and his eyes were full of confusion. He sat back in his chair, leaning forward, trying to find the answer from Stonebridge's face.
"Wearing big shoes, heavy makeup, and a big red nose, you'd better be sensible and don't force me to do anything hard. I'm giving you a chance to choose." Stonebridge said with both soft and hard tactics, with a tone that contained both threats and persuasion. He hoped that this way, Rorick would make a decision as soon as possible. His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy bomb, stirring up waves in Rorick's heart.
"You have to go." At this time, the woman in the monitoring room said calmly while putting on her clothes: "I just took advantage of your excitement and pressed the alarm signal." Her tone was relaxed and casual, as if she had done something insignificant. There was no guilt on her face, but a hint of pride, as if she was proud of her intelligence.
"Did you call security over?" Sergei looked at the woman in surprise, his face full of surprise and anger. He had never expected that the woman who had just had fun with him would betray him in the blink of an eye. His eyes were full of anger, and his hands clenched into fists, as if he wanted to rush up to question her.
"Your story about saying goodbye to being single is so fake. I don't want to lose my job because of it. I'm playing with you just because you're handsome. It doesn't affect my not wanting to lose my job." The woman said it as a matter of course. There was no trace of guilt in her eyes, as if what she did was completely right. She shrugged and continued to adjust her clothes, ignoring Sergei's anger.
"Thank you so much." Sergei was speechless. He couldn't do anything to a woman he had just been intimate with. He could only pick up his clothes and walk out. His heart was filled with regret and self-blame, regretting his carelessness and credulity.
As a result, he was blocked as soon as he went out. The passage outside the door was lined with security guards in black suits on both sides. They were tall and strong, with serious expressions, and they were well-trained. Everyone held a weapon in their hands and stared at Sergei with cold eyes, as if he was an unforgivable criminal. Sergei knew that it was useless to say more at this moment, so he rushed up and fought with the security guards. However, his hand-to-hand combat ability was so poor that he was knocked down by the opponent in less than two rounds. His body fell heavily to the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his heart was full of despair. Then, he was tied up with his hands behind his back, escorted to the club hall outside, and brought to Ariana who was drinking. His face was full of frustration and annoyance, regretting his carelessness and negligence. He was pushed to kneel in front of Ariana, lowered his head, and dared not look her in the eye.
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The dark curtain is like thick ink, splashing unreservedly on the streets and alleys of London, quietly hiding the bustling and noisy daytime. The neon lights of the city flicker hard in this heavy darkness, interweaving a bizarre picture, with indulgence in luxury on one side and hidden danger on the other. In a very hidden corner of the city center, there is a bar. Its sign emits a faint and strange light, like a giant beast lurking in the dark, silently swallowing the people coming in and out. Everyone who steps into it seems to be drawn into an unfathomable vortex.
"We're treating you." Ariana's voice, like the chirping of a nightingale, echoed in a corner of the bar, instantly breaking the subtle silence. She was wearing a slim black dress with a thigh-high slit on one side. As she walked, her snow-white skin glowed with a chilling cold light under the dim light, like an elf in the dark night, mysterious and dangerous. She moved lightly with lotus steps, holding a glass of wine steadily in her hand. The deep red liquid swayed gently in the crystal glass, like a pool of blood that could splash out at any time. She had a perfect smile on her face, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and the arc was elegant, but the smile never reached her eyes. Her deep eyes were filled with elusive emotions, like a bottomless pool that made people stay away.
"Thank you." Sergei nodded slightly and took the wine glass. He was wearing a dark long windbreaker with a scarf tied casually around his collar. Although he looked casual, he could not hide the heroic spirit that naturally emanated from his gestures. Sergei felt like a restless rabbit in his heart, and he was very nervous. He wondered what Ariana was planning. As the saying goes, when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. At this moment, he pretended to be calm, but his heart was like a string that was stretched to the extreme and could break at any time.
"You are a soldier." Ariana suddenly blurted out this sentence. Her voice was not loud, but it was like a blockbuster bomb, which set off a huge wave in Sergei's heart.
Hearing this, Sergei's heart suddenly contracted violently, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. However, he was, after all, a veteran who had been through many battles and had seen countless storms and waves. His mentality was far from that of those young people who were inexperienced in the world. After a brief and almost negligible panic, he quickly adjusted his state of mind, and instantly put on that gentle and harmless smile on his face, and denied it calmly: "No, I'm just here for vacation." While speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it with a calm look, trying to use this seemingly inadvertent action to cleverly cover up the uncontrollable tension in his heart.
Ariana's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a trace of sarcasm, and a trace of barely perceptible contempt flashed in her eyes. She has been in the bloody and dark world of the underworld for more than 30 years. She has seen many people of all kinds. Her eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and can easily see through the secrets in people's hearts. Sergei's little tricks are simply a show of skill in front of her, and they can't escape her sharp eyes. "Really? Are your friends in Guibingshi also here for a vacation?" Her tone was as gentle as the spring breeze, but every word she uttered was like a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Sergei's vital points.
Sergei's face turned pale instantly, like the first snow in winter, without a trace of blood. His pupils dilated sharply, full of disbelief and deep fear. They originally thought that their plan was perfect and their actions were secretive enough, but they never expected that all of this was under Ariana's close surveillance. This realization made his back cold, and an unprecedented fear spread in his heart. He opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry that it seemed to smoke, and he couldn't make a sound. For a moment, his mind was blank, and he didn't know how to respond at all. At this time, the atmosphere in the VIP room was like the depression before the storm, so dull that it made people breathless. Stonebridge sat carelessly on the sofa, his body leaning forward slightly, his hands firmly supported on his knees, his eyes staring at Rorick opposite him like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. "Hmm? Are you going to be soft or hard?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of undisguised threat, echoing in this small space, making people shudder.
Rorick frowned, his face full of displeasure and resistance: "Do I have a choice? No choice at all. Are you threatening me and treating me like a pariah or a spineless person?" He leaned back desperately, trying to distance himself from Stonebridge as much as possible. His eyes revealed deep reluctance and anger, but underneath this anger, there was a hint of imperceptible fear.
"Okay, let's do it hard. Follow me." Stonebridge saw that his persuasion was useless, so he stood up and prepared to tie him up. He thought to himself that when he got to the base camp, he would use cruel means to pry open Rorick's mouth and make him tell all his secrets.
But just as he stood up to control Rorick, with his back to the VIP room door, a 1.9-meter-tall burly man rushed in like a gust of wind. This man was Long Zhan, with muscles bulging all over his body, each muscle seemed to be made of steel, containing endless power, like a volcano that could erupt at any time. He moved skillfully like a well-trained killer, and quickly locked Stonebridge's neck from behind. His arms were like shackles made of steel, tightly holding him. No matter how frantically Stonebridge struggled, it was like a fish trapped in a net, and it was useless, locked tightly to his chest.
In the hall, the mockery in Ariana's eyes became more and more intense, like a burning flame: "How smooth do you think it will be? The gangs controlled by the Albanian family are influential in London and New York. In this land, no one can escape our eyes." As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and snatched back the wine glass that Sergei had not yet taken a sip of. The action was full of arrogance and disdain.
Sergei was so nervous that he didn't touch the wine in his hand from beginning to end. When his glass was snatched away, he could only force a stiff smile and said reluctantly, "It seems very rude of you to offer someone a drink and then snatch it back."
"It's a pleasure to play with you. I think you should feel honored too." Ariana raised her chin proudly, her eyes full of arrogance, as if she was the master of the world and everyone else was just ants under her feet.
"My ex-wife often calls me a jerk. The nature of a fight is that it always causes you trouble." Sergei responded calmly, but he could see his man coming in from the main door. Seeing this, he felt a little relieved, and he spoke with a hint of joking, as if to tell Ariana that the situation was not as simple as she could control.
Ariana looked at Sergei, whose attitude suddenly changed, and a trace of doubt surged in her heart, but she did not realize that danger was approaching quietly like a surging tide. Because her attention was highly focused on Sergei, the security guards in the hall naturally turned their eyes to this side, so that no one noticed that Long Zhan walked in like a ghost. Long Zhan walked unimpeded and quietly behind a security guard.
Long Zhan stood still, his eyes instantly became icy cold, like the sharpest blade in the cold night, which could easily cut through all disguises. He did not hesitate at all, and suddenly attacked. With a crisp and horrifying sound of "click", the security guard's neck was broken by his hand, and his body collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, without a trace of life. Then, Long Zhan's body was like lightning, and he turned quickly, kicking out a whip kick to the left and right. The power of this whip kick was so amazing that it was beyond imagination. The two security guards were kicked out like kites with their strings cut, drawing a terrifying arc in the air, and after heavily knocking over several tables, they fell to the ground unconscious, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. With Long Zhan's exaggerated and almost terrifying whip kick, few people could withstand it, as if he was a god of war returning from hell, and no one could stop him.
In the blink of an eye, Long Zhan easily dealt with a security guard and the two bodyguards brought by Ariana. Only two other security guards were left at the scene. They looked at the bloody and shocking scene in front of them, their legs went weak with fear written all over their faces, but they did not dare to retreat easily because of their duty.
Sergei had been fooled by Ariana for so long that he had been filled with rage. This rage was like a volcano about to erupt and could break out at any time.
At this moment, seeing that Long Zhan had already opened up the situation, he rushed in and defeated the enemy, creating a gap in the situation so that he was no longer in an absolutely passive position.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, and he immediately locked onto Ariana who was right in front of him.
He exerted force on his feet, rushed forward like a cheetah hunting, and hugged Ariana tightly in his arms, with such force that he seemed to want to rub her into his body. Then, he reached out and grabbed the bottle on the bar, and hit it hard with all his strength. The sharp half of the bottle was like a dagger flashing with cold light, pressing against Ariana's neck. The sharp glass scratched a little skin on her neck, and a trace of blood slowly oozed out. (End of this chapter)