chapter 3 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind ===

Neon lights lit up on the bustling streets of Donghai City.

Men and women shuttle among them, dressed fashionably and glamorously, and there is a lively scene everywhere.

Shawn Parisch was wearing an ordinary T-shirt, shorts, and cloth shoes, like a country bumpkin who had just entered the city.

He returned to the place where he once lived. The courtyard of a pharmaceutical factory had long been demolished and transformed from an urban village into a commercial district.

The place that used to belong to his home is now a bar.

No one remembers that there was a fire here on New Year's Eve ten years ago.

All his close family members were killed.

Only he escaped by hiding in the cellar, and was rescued by his next-door neighbor sister who braved the fire.

Although he is in prison, he has been investigating the matter.

Ten years of unjust cases will be paid with blood.

When he learned that his savior was getting engaged tomorrow, he wanted to give her a gift.

He entered the bar and sat down in front of a booth.

When he landed in the helicopter, the entire city's intelligence system was opened for him.

It was easy for him to find someone.

Sitting opposite was a girl, wearing a black short skirt that covered her hips, making her waist look slim and slender.

The skirt rides up.

Beautiful skin, white and tender.

Sexy body, perfect.

It's just that she wore a baseball cap on her head, with the brim very low, as if she was deliberately covering something up.

She stared at Shawn Parisch and looked him up and down, politely reminding him, "Sir, are you sitting in the wrong place?"

There were many seats next to her, but this man sat directly opposite her, which made her wary.

Shawn Parisch shook his head and said, "It's not the wrong seat. I came here specifically to see you."

"Find me?"

The girl asked unexpectedly, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Shawn Parisch smiled lightly and said, "I am an angel and I am going to give you a gift."

"Angel?"

The girl sneered, "It's such a cliché to pick up a conversation, but it may disappoint you. I'm not your prey."

She reached out and took off her hat, brushing her hair away from her face.

An ugly face was revealed, half of the face was distorted and burned.

Half beautiful, half hideous.

It's like a speck of ink spilled on an oil painting, destroying the beauty of the entire painting.

"Are you still interested in me now?"

The girl looked at him teasingly, wanting to drive this boring guy away in this way.

Shawn Parisch was not frightened, but stretched out his hand to touch her face and said heartbrokenly, "I'm sorry, I'm late!"

The girl stared at him with her bright eyes for a moment, then opened his big hand, picked up her bag, and cursed in a panic, "Crazy!"

She left without looking back.

Shawn Parisch chuckled lightly, picked up the remaining wine she drank and took a sip, frowning and said, "It's such a strong wine. We are getting engaged tomorrow, aren't you happy?"

On the dark street, high heels clicked on the floor tiles, making a clicking sound.

Willowen Hulburd kept looking back, always feeling like someone was following her behind her.

She deliberately took a shortcut and wanted to take a taxi and leave quickly.

While passing by a remote alley, a big hand suddenly covered her mouth and dragged her deeper into the alley.

Next to it is a bar that is being renovated, and the alley is filled with debris.

"Help……"

Willowen Hulburd struggled desperately, but was silenced by the strong man and dragged to the end of the alley.

The man pushed her to the ground with a strong force.

A straw mat was laid here to separate the pile of debris, as if someone had specially arranged it.

She realized something was wrong and wanted to stand up, but she felt dizzy.

The strong man held the towel in his hand and mocked her, "Stop struggling. There is a drug on it that can stun a wild boar."

He also had three accomplices who walked up from the darkness, staring at her and sneering like hungry wolves.

She stepped back, raised her bag, and yelled at the strong man in panic, "I have money in my bag. I'll give it all to you. Let me go!"

She threw her bag to the strong man and had retreated to the wall.

The strong man kicked the bag aside without even looking at it, took out a photo, looked at her and said, "Willowen Hulburd, 1.7 meters tall, with burns on her face, it's you."

"Who the hell are you?"

Willowen Hulburd realized that these people were not robbers, but premeditated gangsters.

The strong man laughed and said, "Don't worry, we are the ones who want you to have fun! As long as you cooperate, when the fun is over, we will let you go."

The strong man monkey next to him said anxiously, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking to him about? Let's start quickly!"

He took off his pants and walked up to Willowen Hulburd.

A strong man held up his mobile phone and gestured, "Hrolf, what are you in a hurry? Wait until I adjust the light."

The Hrolf smiled and scolded, "brother Einar, do you really think you are a photographer? If you don't hurry up, this girl will faint and it will be no fun to play."

He stepped forward and suddenly screamed in pain.

Willowen Hulburd held a knife in her hand and pricked his leg. Blood immediately came out along the trouser leg.

The Hrolf child yelled angrily, "You bitch, you're looking for death!"

He picked up a slap and slapped it hard.

With a snap, Willowen Hulburd's head was dizzy, and her body rolled limply on the ground without moving.

The Einar held up his mobile phone and complained, "Hrolf, look how violent you are. The heroine is already dizzy, how can we film?"

The Hrolf said fiercely, "Even if she is dead, I will deal with her today!"

He stretched out his hand, lifted Willowen Hulburd's hair, and asked Einar to take a close-up of her face.

The four men were startled by the scar on her face. They looked at each other and commented, "No wonder Mr.Kevin left a beautiful wife unused and let us brothers enjoy it. She turns out to be an ugly monster!"

"It's a pity that this figure is so fair and tender, but this face is so scary!"

"God is such a waste of resources!"

"It's the same even when the lights are turned off. This is top quality. It's a bargain for our brothers today!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business!"

The boss smiled evilly and blew out the cigarette butt, then signaled to the Hrolf, "Hrolf, you come first."

"Okay!"

The Hrolf child's eyes were filled with heat, and he knelt down next to Willowen Hulburd. He swallowed hard and said, "Damn, I have never seen such a sexy woman in my life. If you don't look at her face, she is more attractive than a star."

He reached up and wanted to take off Willowen Hulburd's skirt.

At this time, a cold shout suddenly came from the darkness, "Brothers are having a great time!"

The sudden sound in the quiet alley startled all four gangsters.

The Hrolf child seemed to have been caught in bed. He jumped up with his pants in hand and yelled in panic, "Damn it, who is it? I'm scared to death!"

"Who is speaking?"

The Straz looked over with a flashlight and found a young man leaning against the wall, pointing his cell phone at them and blowing out smoke leisurely.

"Damn it, how dare a person show off as a hero?"

"You've got yourself into big trouble!"

"Brothers, give him some color and see!"

They looked around vigilantly, and when they saw that there was only one young man, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with a fierce look on their faces, ready to teach this nosy guy a lesson.