CHAPTER 371: CHAPTER 371: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?

Julia Sinclair, a weak woman and injured at that, was no match for Hawk. She could only be forcibly dragged by the arm and led by the nose as they ran outside.

Her heart was full of resentment.

But it all vanished upon seeing strange men with guns outside, replaced by fear.

She was afraid these people were police.

Yet they didn’t quite look like police, more like people on the streets like Hawk.

Hawk pulled them into a dark corner, clearly, these men weren’t people he knew. Who were they? Could they be Leon Keane’s people?

Julia felt both jealousy and fear.

Ian Keane had been kidnapped, he was Leon Keane’s biological son, wasn’t he rescuing the child? Why would he send people to protect Ivana Monroe? Seeing these people outside, it was clear someone was now inside Ivana Monroe’s room.

If Hawk had delayed pulling her out, she might have become a casualty.

The thought terrified Julia, and made her wildly jealous.

Ivana Monroe, what charm do you have to captivate Leon Keane like this?

She was unwilling!

She couldn’t accept it!

She was Leon Keane’s first love, why should Ivana Monroe come out on top?

Isn’t it said that a man’s first love is unforgettable?

"Hawk, it hurts so much, I can’t bear it anymore." Blackie groaned in pain, wanting painkillers, preferably a pain injection, otherwise he felt he would die from the pain.

"Blackie, just hang in there a bit longer."

Hawk feared Blackie’s pain would draw those armed gangsters towards them, he glanced at Julia, wanting to find something to stuff into Blackie’s mouth.

Julia was dressed in black, with nothing else on her.

He looked at Julia’s chest.

Julia noticed Hawk’s gaze fixed on her chest and felt both ashamed and angry, crossing her arms over her chest: "What are you planning?"

Hawk found Julia to be a hypocritical tease, willing to sell her body out, now pretending to be innocent after just a quick glance?

"Take off your bra and give it to Blackie to bite down on, if he can’t handle it and cries out, none of us will make it out alive." Hawk had no interest in Julia now, he only wanted to survive.

Julia looked incredulously at Hawk, her cheeks blazing red, how could this shameless thug ask this?

"Hawk..." Blackie’s face contorted in pain, his voice rising a notch.

Hawk was extremely nervous, placing his hand over Blackie’s mouth, glaring at Julia and whispering: "Hurry up and take it off?"

Julia gritted her teeth, seeing the armed strangers turning to look this way, she dared not let out a sound until they turned away. Then, turning her back to Hawk, she removed her bra.

Hawk looked at the nearly transparent white bra in Julia’s hand, recalling the women at the massage parlors, he reached for it and mockingly said, "Real bold."

Julia’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, feeling humiliated not only by Hawk’s words but by the situation. If not for survival, she would have never undress like this for him.

Hawk stuffed it into Blackie’s mouth, and softly told Blackie: "This is your woman’s thing, bite down hard, don’t make a sound or pass out, or else this woman will run off with another man, and your broken hand would be for nothing."

Blackie tearfully nodded, his painful eyes flashing with a fierce look towards Julia. For this woman, he had lost a hand, and he wouldn’t forgive her if she betrayed him.

Julia clenched her fingers tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable. What did Hawk mean by this? Blackie hadn’t helped ruin Ivana Monroe’s face, it was his own incompetence that led to Ivana cutting off his hand, she would never let Blackie touch her.

Julia held back her anger, planning to escape first. Once safe, she’d confront Hawk and Blackie.

The nightlife alley at the liquor port.

A certain room in the basement.

Two identical-looking young boys bound with nylon ropes and left on the floor.

Three young men guarding them surrounded a small round table, smoking cigarettes, playing poker, full of excitement.

"Uncle, uncle, I need to pee, I need to pee." Timmy Monroe lay on the ground, calling out loudly in a childish voice.

"Pee in your pants."

None of the three poker players even glanced at the boy, one replied impatiently.

"But I also need to poop..." Timmy Monroe called out again.

"Poop in your pants."

Dealing with kids is bothersome, either it’s peeing or pooping.

"No, no, mama says pooping in your pants makes you stinky, I don’t want to be a stinky baby."

"So damn annoying."

"Ignore him, let’s keep playing."

"No good! This is a closed room, if he poops in his pants, we all suffer. Let’s pause for a bit, I’ll take him to poop."

"Buddy, why bother? If he poops in his pants, will the stench reach us? If it does, we’ll just stick half his body inside a big trash bag."

"Hey! Cut it out. He’s just a few years old, don’t torture the kid!"

"Tsk tsk, buddy, when did you become so kind-hearted? I think you’ve lost money and want to pause, this kid gives you a great excuse."

"No, no... I’m not like that."

"Oh, stop it! You are like that."

"Guys, stop arguing with buddy. Buddy, take him for his poop."

"Mm."

Buddy walked over to the two boys, looking at the identical faces, frowning. Which one had called out saying they needed to poop?

"Which of you needs to poop?"

"My brother." Timmy Monroe glanced at the silent Ian Keane.

"Is it you?"

Buddy looked at Ian Keane.

"Mm."

Ian Keane’s nasal voice sounded.

Timmy Monroe’s eyes flashed with delight.

Buddy thought nothing of it, picked up Ian Keane, and brought him to the bathroom, reaching to help him undress but paused halfway, realizing the boy needed to poop, was he now supposed to wipe his butt too?

Buddy’s stomach churned, feeling disgusted.

A few years old kid couldn’t escape from here and couldn’t cause any trouble.

Buddy untied the ropes binding his body and hands.

Buddy was about to straighten up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck. Shocked, he looked at Ian Keane, wanting to call for help, but the strong dizziness overtook him, his vision went black as he passed out.

Ian Keane’s small right hand ached and was numb, being only six years old, it took a lot of strength to knock out an adult; he’d put all his effort into striking Buddy hard.

The other two young men noticed the bathroom door was shut, laughed mockingly.

"Buddy, are you going in there to poop too?"