Chapter 832: Chapter 829: Rivers of Blood
"You’re letting
in? That’s great!"
Qin Hao stood up with joy on his face, walked over, and shook the henchman’s hands warmly, "Thank you, my friend. By the way, what’s your na? Would you join Brother Long and
for a drink tonight?"
"No problem, no problem..."
The henchman chuckled heartily, any doubts in his heart vanished. After giving his na and leaving a phone number, he respectfully saw Qin Hao in.
Entering the door, Qin Hao tossed the slip of paper with the number into the trash can, the smile on his face slowly turning serious.
He scanned the surroundings and noticed that there were many passageways in the bar hall.
Among them were areas for private rooms, disco zones, and so forth.
"Hey, it’s quite a large setup here."
Qin Hao sneered, his gaze locking onto the "massage area."
Under normal circumstances, any place offering massages is worth suspicion.
Especially in such a cesspool of vice, "massages" beco even more suspicious.
Without hesitation, he walked towards the passageway leading to the massage area.
Within a minute, Qin Hao saw many young n sitting by the roadside.
These individuals either had studs in their ears or looked utterly weary, with dark circles as pronounced as a panda’s.
A fat man draped in a bathrobe was walking towards him.
His face was full of flesh, with a huge kanji for "忍" tattooed on his shoulder.
Qin Hao deliberately stood against the wall as the man passed by, a strong odor emanating from him.
Having traveled far and wide, the experienced Qin Hao naturally knew what that sll was.
Qin Hao, blessed with an exceptionally keen sense of sll, instantly recognized the unusual scent on the man.
There are criminals here, and one piece of evidence has already been witnessed; the next piece should follow.
With icy determination, Qin Hao pressed on.
Soon, a row of door fras appeared on both sides of the hallway, each entrance covered with a curtain of beads. If not for the sight of the passersby, a regular person might mistake this place for legitimate territory.
As he walked, Qin Hao clenched his fists tighter, occasionally seeing won co out from the doors.
Upon careful observation, he noticed that many won bore purple or blue bruises.
"These won have all been abused."
As an interrogation expert, Qin Hao knew how to beat soone without causing permanent injuries.
Clearly, the injuries on the girls looked nacing but hadn’t impaired their bodily functions.
The Shark Gang had interrogation specialists.
Qin Hao concluded, continuing forward with a stern expression.
During this ti, many won and girls brushed past him.
Most of them wore expressions of wonder and confusion.
Qin Hao realized that the won here seed to mostly be innocent ladies!
Perhaps not long ago, they were free girls, but now, they were captured by the Shark Gang, forced into misery, and subjected to abuse.
That’s exactly why their faces still carried an innocent charm, without the hardened look typical of their new environnt.
Suddenly, a voice shouted from a nearby room, "Get away, don’t co near!"
Accompanying it was the voice of a man, "Hahaha, tonight you’re mine!"
"I beg you, please spare !"
It seed the man had caught her, as her voice carried a sense of pleading.
"Spare you? Keep dreaming!"
The man snorted coldly.
"Ah!"
The girl scread in fear.
Qin Hao could no longer hold back; he rushed forward and imdiately saw Fatty about to commit an atrocity.
"Swoosh!"
A black shadow flashed by, embedding into the wall, revealing a round shape - it was a fruit knife from the table.
Fatty didn’t even have ti to look at the wall before a severe pain struck him.
"Ah!"
Fatty let out a blood-curdling scream and passed out.
The girl was in a bit of a daze. She originally thought she was about to fall into hell, but at the last mont, sothing unexpected happened.
At that mont, a large hand covered her mouth, followed by a gentle male voice, "Calm down, don’t scream."
The girl could feel the man behind her; she didn’t know who he was, but judging by mory, he was probably not part of the Shark Gang.
Because the voices of the Shark Gang’s henchn were horrible, they definitely wouldn’t sound this gentle.
On the contrary, if the henchn found her in this situation, the first thing she would face would not be a silencing hand.
But a brutal beating, skin splitting painful kind.
"I’ll count to three and let go, but before that, you must calm down, understand?"
The male voice spoke again, and the girl nodded.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
At the third count, the panic inside the girl dissipated.
The large hand released her, and she looked back eagerly, seeing an extraordinarily handso face.
This face was as chiseled as if carved by a knife, with thick, straight eyebrows and deep ocean-like eyes, inviting one to get lost in them.
When this face smiled, the girl felt as if she was transported back to those carefree days two years ago.
She realized she was comforted by that smile.
"Are you okay?"
The very handso young man’s inquiry brought the girl back to her senses, and she nodded gently, "I’m fine, was it you who saved ?"
The young man smiled humorously, "Who else?"
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