After speaking, she didn't care about Kane's reaction, angrily turned around, walked slowly, and went upstairs.

Kane still stood there, his hand touching his newly injured face, not chasing after her, just a hint of unclear light flashing in his eyes, just looking at her back, until it disappeared from his mind.


He went down the stairs, walked out of the dormitory, and sat in the car parked on the side of the road, his face was burning with pain.

He touched his face again and said, "It hurts."

Picking up the phone, not caring about what time it was, he directly called Lorne.


"Do you know what time it is now?"

On the other end of the line, an unpleasant voice asked.


Kane didn't care, then said to the person on the other end of the line: "I was beaten."

"What's the other party's background? How many people are there, can you handle it?" After he finished speaking, the sound of rustling clothes came from the phone.

"One person."

"One person?" Lorne raised the phone, frowning... Who? Can fight Kane alone, in this S city, in Lorne's mind, think of someone who can, think back and forth, hesitate for a moment: "Milan?"

It's not that he looks down on others, these kinds of beatings, not only have to consider the strength but also have to consider the strength behind them.

Kane's identity, where he is, and his strength have always been very good.

The person who could defeat Kane, without such circumstances, would not be able to.

'No, I was slapped."

Slap… once? No matter how it sounded, it didn't sound like a fight between men: 'Who slapped?" Lorne felt strange in his heart.

'The beast, it's the beast I mentioned to you before, Lorne, I'm getting more and more interested in this beast, if I can also carve a scar on her body so deep that it can't be touched…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lorne interrupted him: 'Kane, you know what you're doing." Lorne became serious to an unprecedented degree: 'You're playing with fire."

'Okay, I have to drive, I'm hanging up."

'Stop, can you hear me, stop…" Lorne only finished speaking halfway when he heard the call turn into a busy 'beep beep beep…" sound.

He took the phone in his hand and threw it hard on the bed.

A predator?

A predator, could it make Kane so abnormal?

At least, he had never seen Kane become so abnormal because of a "predator".

Lorne cursed angrily, looked at the phone on the bed, then picked it up again, and sent Kane a text message: Stop. Don't go too far.

As soon as Kane stopped at the red light, he conveniently opened the text message, and after reading it, he mocked, "Stop? Predators are getting more and more interesting, how can I stop?"

To the point that Lorne's words became even more trivial.

Lorne is Lorne, he is him, Lorne has a heart, he doesn't have a heart.

Press the button, and the hood opens, under the speed of the car, the wind blows on his face, on the deserted road at night, Kane faces the wind, looks at the deserted road, and shouts: only hunting, only games, no heart.

The wind blows over the top of his head, messing up his hair. It's okay.

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Ashley sees that person in front of her dormitory again.

"I told you, don't come again. Don't see you again." Recently, she has been so worried that she has a headache because of money. She feels that her brain must have a problem, the day she let go of a rich man who didn't want to, at a time when she was poor, she chased away the only resource that she could make money.

She felt the wound on her forehead starts to heat up again.

'Hungry." Kane's magnetic voice said briefly, a 1.7 billion bill was placed in front of Ashley, charmingly asking: 'Do you want to refuse to the end like this? Do you need to save face like this?"

'You owe 17 billion, right? 17 billion is very important to you, right? So important, even more important than your life? Do you not need to think anymore?" The moment Kane said this, Ashley's heart began to waver.

'Actually… no matter how much I want to touch your wound, you can avoid it, you can avoid it once, I won't touch it again in the future."

This is a transaction.

For anyone, it is unfair.

What Kane wants is the joy of hunting.

What Ashley wants is money.

'You know, whether you agree or not, I can still make you submit.

I won't stand here waiting for you, I can still go to Club Paradise to see you."

How despicable. Ashley's heart was filled with anger.

Although Ashley was very angry, she still had to admit one thing – Kane was right.

She lowered her head, Kane didn't urge her.

After a long while, she raised her head: 'I have one more request, you can't use force to threaten me. Otherwise, I absolutely can't avoid it, this, you are very clear."

'Okay."

Kane happily agreed, his coffee-colored eyes immediately wavered… Idiot, if he didn't use force to restrain her freedom, then he wouldn't use force anymore.

Even when comparing speed, he was still much faster than her.

Ashley looked at Kane in front of her suspiciously, always feeling that he happily agreed like that, something was a bit wrong, but carefully thinking back to the conversation just now, she really couldn't find any problem.

"I'm hungry."

"Come in." Opening the dormitory door, as usual, Ashley went to the kitchen to prepare food.

Kane was getting more and more used to the position he usually sat in, looking at the woman in the kitchen.

She brought up the bowl of noodles as usual, and he finished it.

After finishing, he took a napkin to wipe his mouth, acting very polite. Between the two of them, from beginning to end, there was no interaction, neither of them opened their mouths to speak, but everything, was unusually smooth, as if this action had happened many times before.

But at this moment, Ashley's face revealed a look of vigilance.

She said nothing, her eyes staring at Kane, standing a distance from him.

Suddenly, Kane jumped up, and tilted his head to look at the woman with a face full of vigilance: "You don't want to see me off?"

"No, when you leave, close the door."

"People in the industry like you, don't you greet them when they come and happily see them off when they leave? Isn't it a basic requirement to send off customers? Or, you think, now that you've finished your work, returned to the dormitory, and are no longer at Club Paradise, so, I'm no longer your customer?

Then I have to think for a moment, should I go to the club where you work tomorrow to see you?"

Threatening again.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.