CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183: "IAN KANE, LET ME GO!

Vera instinctively raised her arms to protect her face, screamed out loud, her mind blank, with a subconscious feeling of "it’s over."

The pungent smell drilled straight into her nasal cavity, causing her soul to scatter!

The man in the raincoat gritted his teeth viciously, a sinister smile cracking at the corner of his mouth. He released Vera’s hair, freeing up a hand in an attempt to pull Vera’s arm away, "Stop blocking!"

"If this face is ruined, let’s see how you keep dancing!" How can you compete with Vivian!

Vera fiercely kept protecting her face, shouting loudly, "Help!"

"Owen!"

"Damn!"

At that moment, a violent male voice rang out, and a figure flashed out from the side, kicking the man in the raincoat.

The man in the raincoat staggered and slammed into a tombstone, regardless, he swung the bottle of acid in his hand towards Vera!

A tall figure timely shielded Vera’s slender form. The bottle smashed against the person’s back, spilling yellow liquid. The fabric instantly carbonized into a charred black, sizzled, and emitted white smoke.

With a "crack," the glass bottle hit the ground.

Justin’s right shoulder blade was exposed, flesh torn, yellow liquid mixed with blood trickled down, and the air was filled with a burnt meat smell.

"Sss—damn it!"

His back burning with intense pain, Justin gritted his teeth and swore. Sweat burst from his tanned brow as he turned in frustration and kicked the raincoat man again, "Go to hell, you bastard!"

The opponent took a solid hit to the chest and fell to the ground.

Vera slowly released her arms, her face pale, her chest heaving. She was a bit stunned, it took her a moment to recognize her savior.

It was Justin.

The next second, upon seeing the burned section on his back and the blood, her heart instinctively clenched in fear, her soul shivering with dread!

A wave of aftershock made her clench her hands tightly.

Justin’s face was flushed with pain, fists tightly clenched, as he slowly approached the raincoat man on the ground.

The opponent, frightened, scrambled up and was about to run when Justin grabbed his raincoat, using his iron grip to toss him down the hillside, raising a long leg to send him rolling!

"Get the hell out!"

The raincoat man screamed, rolling and tumbling down the hill.

A flock of crows was startled, taking off into flight.

Vera finally snapped back to reality, fumbling for her phone to call an ambulance and the police.

Justin, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead, turned to look at Vera.

In the sunlight, the woman’s hair was tousled, with strands dangling at her temples, her pretty face immaculate, unharmed from head to toe.

Justin genuinely breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, this damn woman was fine, otherwise, Ian wouldn’t have much time either!

Shaken by the ordeal, Vera gripped the phone tightly, her voice faintly trembling, "Is this 120? This is Westwood Hills Cemetery, someone here has been doused with concentrated acid, please hurry!"

Then she immediately dialed "110."

Before the call connected, Justin took a big step forward, grasping her wrist.

Vera frowned, meeting his impatient face, "Stop causing trouble for me!"

He snatched her phone, turned it off, and tossed it back to her.

Vera came to realize that this Justin was a streetwise guy, intolerant of the police.

Justin made a call, "At the foot of the mountain, someone just rolled down wearing a black raincoat, pin him down for me! Don’t let him get away, and don’t let the cops see him."

"Be there soon!"

After giving instructions, he bit a cigarette on his pale lips, seeing Vera dazed, he jerked his chin, "Let’s go, haven’t told your mom enough?"

Vera snapped back, taking a step forward, her legs still shaky. Seeing the large patch on Justin’s back, oozing blood and yellow liquid, she quickly averted her gaze, grinding her teeth.

She almost had her face disfigured...

Passing by her mother’s grave, she deeply gazed at her picture, silently saying goodbye in her heart, then quickened her pace to dial Owen’s phone, but it showed no signal.

Owen’s car was parked by the roadside, crashed into by a biker gang. He was previously summoned down the mountain by traffic police and was still dealing with it, completely unaware of the thrilling scene on the mountain.

Vera was paying respects on the south side of the mountain; the raincoat man fell to the western foot of the mountain.

By the path at the foot of the mountain, two black business vehicles were parked. Before getting close, Vera saw a few men in black suits surrounding the raincoat man, who were all Justin’s subordinates.

The raincoat man was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach, groaning in pain.

Approaching closer, Vera stared at his completely unfamiliar face, coldly questioning, "Was it Vivian Langdon who made you do this?!"

She remembered, this person had mentioned something about dancing earlier.

The opponent opened his eyes, seeing Vera unharmed, his face sank, his gaze turned vicious, a look of wanting to kill her, "She didn’t order me to harm you. I’m the one seeking justice for Vivian!"

The man’s bangs were wet with sweat, his eyes red with anger, glaring at Vera.

Vera replied irritably, "I didn’t bully her!"

Justin stepped forward and kicked the raincoat man’s stomach, "Stop the crap, take him away for me!"

Vera, "Justin, hand him over to me, I’ll let the police handle him."

Justin paused, looking down at her.

Vera spoke unflinchingly, with a touch of sincerity in her tone, "Thank you for saving me."

Justin seemed to hear a joke, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, lazily saying, "Thank? Better make it practical."

Vera frowned.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed her arm, "Get in the car!"

Without waiting for an objection, Vera was forcefully shoved into the business car.

"Justin! What are you doing?!" she stumbled into the seat, fully on guard.

Justin squeezed into the back seat, removing his jacket. The scorched clothing pulled at the flesh, causing him to groan in pain, nearly passing out.

He ignored her.

Vera immediately reached for her phone to call the police, only for it to be snatched away by someone in the front seat.

The two black seven-seater business cars sped along the mountain road, the scenery outside swiftly receding, leaving Vera with no way to escape or call for help!

...

Deep in the mountains, a villa.

Without anesthesia, a barefoot doctor was treating the burns on Justin’s back.

Justin lay on the bed, biting a white towel, veins bulging on his forehead, stifled groans escaping from his throat.

After some time, the wound cleaning was finished.

Justin panted heavily, paused for a moment, reached for his phone, sat up, and dialed a video call to Ian Kane.

At that time, in Valdania, the day was just breaking.

The bathroom door opened and Ian Kane walked out.

The man had only a loose towel tied around his waist, water droplets rolled down his defined abs and V-line.

He walked to the bedside table, picked up the vibrating phone.

As soon as he answered, his tone was indifferent, "Justin, what’s up——"

Inadvertently glancing over, he froze.

In the video feed, Vera was tied hand and foot, seated on the blue velvet sofa!

Her hair was disheveled, she was struggling fiercely.

"Justin! This is kidnapping! Let me go!"

Hearing this, Ian Kane gripped the phone tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand.

Justin, "Ian, I helped you kidnap her. Should I send her directly to you, or... are you coming back?"

Ian Kane’s expression turned dark, his breath caught.

Vera also stopped struggling abruptly.

This Justin was acting on Ian Kane’s orders!

She slowly looked toward the phone camera, her chest heaving, gritting her teeth, "Ian Kane, release me!"