eople were selfish, and no one was willing to get into trouble for others.

Mr. Scott pulled the crying girl to himself, lifted her vest, and pressed his fingers on the red mark on her neck. He said wickedly, "What are you crying for? Didn't you enjoy being fucked just now?"

The girl looked at Gabriel Carter in horror. Unfortunately, at this time, he could not pay too much attention. All the feelings were concentrated on the wound.

Sierra Moore was thinking that if she hadn't met Nathan Shaw when she was in trouble back then, she would have ended up worse than them.

The girl grabbed Mr. Scott's arm and begged him, "Mr. Scott, I beg you. Let him go!"

Mr. Scott sneered at the girl. "If you kiss me in front of him, I will consider letting him go."

The girl hesitated for a moment. At this time, someone grabbed Gabriel Carter and fiercely punched his stomach. It hurt so much that he trembled like a shrimp.

"Don't hit him. Don't hit him!" The girl cried.

Then, she went crazy kissing Mr. Scott's lips, crying as she kissed him. "Mr. Scott, I am not familiar with him. Please let him go!"

Gabriel Carter seemed to have heard what she said and looked at her with a painful gaze, "Linda, this matter has nothing to do with you. Hurry up and leave this place."

"No!" The girl looked at him in despair. "Gabriel, I've let you down. You should forget me! Don't come to me again in the future."

Gabriel Carter's eyes were full of sadness, which was more painful than being beaten half to death.

The girl cried and didn't dare to look at him. She kept saying the words "I'm sorry".

If you thought that things were over here, then you were greatly mistaken.

"Let him go? How can it be that easy?" Mr. Scott smiled and shook his head. With a glance, his subordinates immediately went forward to catch Gabriel Carter and dragged him to the ground like a dead dog.

"Take him away."

Mr. Scott gave the order, and Gabriel Carter was dragged away. No matter how the girl cried and shouted, he did not stop.

Seeing that Gabriel Carter was about to be taken away, an unexpected person stood out.

"You guys are going too far!" She said to Mr. Scott.

Mr. Scott seemed uncertain. He looked at her and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else? Is there someone else here?" Asked Wendy coldly with her zombie-like face.

The colleagues who came with her looked at her in disbelief, thinking to themselves, "She actually dares to provoke Mr. Scott at this time. It is really irrational."

Someone went over to pull her, "Sister Wendy. These people are ruthless. Don't be too nosy!"

Wendy was usually alone in the company and did not communicate much with her colleagues. In private, everyone said that she was difficult to get along with.

After all, there are not many people in the company who are not married at this age. Moreover, she had a strange temper. She wore a zombie-like face every day. Anyone who saw her would not feel comfortable.

However, at this time, when her colleague who was not familiar with her was in trouble, she was the only one who stood up and said something fair.

It was really too much!

Mr. Scott did not expect that there would be someone who dared to stand out. The smile on his face suddenly became strange.

Before he could speak, his subordinates had already jumped out and scolded, "Well, old woman, have you not figured out the situation? Do you know who you are talking to?"

Wendy also smiled. As for the way the zombie-like face smiled, one could imagine how strange it was.

She said, "It turns out that not only your ears are bad, but even your brain is not good. Well, this is a society ruled by law. If you don't let him go, I will call the police."

The phone that she had just taken out was taken away and handed to Mr. Scott.

"Are you going to call the police? Do you want me to help you?" Mr. Scott held Wendy's phone and asked with a sneer.

Wendy looked at him with a frown. She did not expect these people to be so savage that they actually came directly to snatch her phone.

"You dared to call the police!" The phone was thrown to the ground and broken into two halves. Mr. Scott still did not vent his hatred. He jumped up and stepped on it. Then, he ordered his subordinates, "Go. Bring her with me."

With a wave of Mr. Scott's hand, someone immediately came over to grab Wendy. She took two steps back and slowly swept her gaze around. Not a single one of the dozen or so colleagues had come together to help her.

Wendy was a little disappointed. She looked at Mr. Scott coldly. "What exactly do you want?"

Mr. Scott came over, pinched her chin, and looked at it, "Although you are a little old, your figure is not bad. How about this? As long as you are willing to sleep with me and my brother, I will forgive your rudeness."

Crack!

Out of everyone's expectations, Wendy slapped him and scolded calmly, "Let your mother accompany you!"

Mr. Scott was slapped and scolded. His face suddenly turned green. It was extremely ugly. He grabbed Wendy's hair and pulled her over. He slapped her hard. "Damn bitch. You're fucking arrogant!"

Wendy fell to the ground, and the people next to her quickly avoided her. Just like when Gabriel Carter was hit just now, they were avoiding her far away.

Only one person walked over and helped Wendy up before Mr. Scott made a move again.

She said, "Senior, are you alright?"

In fact, Sierra Moore didn't want to do this, but her relationship with Wendy had just eased a little, and she couldn't watch Mr. Scott take her away.

Wendy looked at Sierra Moore in surprise, thinking to herself, "This woman, before today, I have never given her a good look. Even just now, I have been very arrogant.

"And now she is the only one who is willing to stand up and help me."

Wendy shook her head and said, "I'm fine. This matter has nothing to do with you. Go back quickly."

She was the one who had to meddle in other people's affairs, and she could not implicate others.

Sierra Moore shook her head and said, "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

Mr. Scott's subordinate whistled and laughed mockingly. "Yo, another busybody came out? Looks like she also wants to go with our brothers!"

When he moved, Sierra Moore immediately shouted, "Hey, don't come over. Wait a minute."

She looked anxiously at the door. Just now, she had secretly called Ken and asked him what to do.

She remembered that when she saw Nathan Shaw at Dark Night, those people seemed to be very afraid of him and even called him Mr. Shaw.

Moreover, Owen Morris also said that Nathan Shaw was a very scary person. He was not here now, so Sierra Moore had to call Ken. After all, Ken was the person who had been following Nathan Shaw all the time. There must be a way.

When Ken received the call, he only told her to not stand out and wait for him to come over.

Sierra Moore also didn't want to stand out, but she couldn't watch Wendy being bullied. Fortunately, Ken came fast enough.

He came alone, but there were five people on Mr. Scott's side. Sierra Moore looked at him worriedly and whispered to him, "Ken, why don't you call the police?"

Ken glanced at her. There seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes. He said, "Miss, don't worry. You move back a little. I will handle them."

After saying that, he walked over to Mr. Scott. Unlike the loyal official who was usually in front of Nathan Shaw, he was a cold death god when facing others.

His eyes were so sharp that people did not dare to look straight at them.

Mr. Scott saw him come over and felt a little puzzled. He asked the person beside him, "Who is this person?"

The person who replied to him was Ken. "Brother, can you give me some face today and let this matter rest?"

"Face? This is the first time I've heard of someone's face is so valuable." Mr. Scott naturally would not buy it. With a glance, his subordinates immediately surrounded Ken, wanting to make a move on Ken.

Unexpectedly, Ken made the first move. People said that it was difficult to fight against four hands with two fists, but it turned out that they had never seen a real expert.

Ken was able to easily deal with five people. Before the people in the private room could react, he had already stepped on the last person.

After taking care of these minions, Ken looked up at Mr. Scott and said coldly, "If my face isn't worth anything, I wonder if Mr. Shaw's face is enough?"

Mr. Scott was shocked by his skill and was ready to take a weapon to fight. When he heard this, he was suddenly stunned. "Mr. Shaw? Are you Nathan Shaw's man?"

Ken looked at him coldly. "Don't blame me for not reminding you. If my boss knows what happened today, I'm afraid that you, Finn Scott, will no longer exist in New York tomorrow."

In such a short, he had even managed to find out the background of the other party.

Sierra Moore looked at Ken with admiration. In the past, she thought that he was just Nathan Shaw's driver. She did not expect him to be so powerful. When he said that to Finn Scott, he was really handsome.

Finn Scott did not speak, his eyes sizing up Ken as if he was thinking about the credibility of his words.

Not all of his subordinates were ignorant. One of them walked to his ears and said, "Big brother, could it be that one of the two women just now is Mr. Shaw's woman?"

Finn Scott narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wendy and Sierra Moore, thinking to himself, "Although the former takes good care of herself, she looks no less than thirty years old. Mr. Shaw will never fall for an old woman."

When he looked at Sierra Moore again, he felt that she looked familiar. He seemed to meet this person before.

A while ago, Nathan Shaw, who had been keeping a low profile for a long time, suddenly made a big move. It was said that it was because someone touched his woman that he became angry.

Finn Scott thought it with some lingering fear. If this man had not appeared in time to stop him, he might have offended this notorious young master without knowing anything.

After figuring this out, Finn Scott broke out in a cold sweat.

A smile appeared on his cold face as he said politely, "How should I address you, brother?"

"Ken!" Ken was the kind of person who was relatively face-paralyzed. When he smiled, his expression was also very stiff.

"Brother Ken."

Finn Scott was a cunning person. Although he had no chance to meet Nathan Shaw, he had heard of the name of Mr. Shaw's top fighter.

After hearing Ken say his name, Finn Scott wore a face with a deepened smile and obvious flattery.

In New York, who would dare to offend Nathan Shaw, that fiend god?

"Brother Ken, you see, today's matter is actually a misunderstanding. There shouldn't be any need to alarm Mr. Shaw, right?" Finn Scott extended his hand to shake Ken's hand.

Ken did not answer. Instead, he turned to look at Sierra Moore and asked respectfully, "Miss, what do you want to do?"