65: Chapter 65 Shaless Father 65: Chapter 65 Shaless Father “What’s wrong?” Although Jas hadn’t heard what was said on the phone, he knew Emma Campbell must be in trouble, as twenty thousand dollars was obviously not enough.
Tears silently slid down Emma’s cheeks; she seed to lose all strength and slumped to the ground.
Jas quickly reached out to support her and helped her sit down on the bed.
Emma was like a walking corpse—wherever Jas positioned her, she stayed, her tears continuously flowing.
“What exactly happened?
Tell , maybe I can help,” Jas patted Emma’s shoulder, using a bit of force.
Emma’s body trembled slightly, she turned her head to look at Jas, and then suddenly threw herself into his arms, tightly hugging his waist and crying loudly.
Jas didn’t stop her, encircling her with his arms, one hand holding her waist, the other gently patting her shoulder.
Emma cried for about five or six minutes.
As her crying subsided, she sat up embarrassedly, wiping her eyes, and said, “Big Brother Brown, I’m sorry for getting your clothes dirty.”
Jas gave a slight smile and said, “It’s nothing.
Can you tell now what happened?”
Emma sighed and said, “Ah…it’s all because of my dad.
He gambled with soone and lost all the money at ho.
Now he owes them twenty thousand dollars.
They’ve taken him and said they would chop off his hand if he doesn’t pay.
I have no choice but to figure out a way to help him.
Everyone knows my dad is a gambler, and none of my relatives will lend money.
My college friends don’t have money either.
I know if I agree to so people’s demands, they would give money, but if I agree to them, I can’t extricate myself from them later on.
So I’d rather sell myself here once than do that.”
Jas was sowhat surprised by Emma’s thought process, but he couldn’t help but silently admire her for having her own principles.
“But who would have thought, just as things seed to be going well a mont ago, my father gambled with them again and now owes another twenty thousand.
He really is…
is…” Emma was visibly infuriated but restrained herself from saying anything bad about her own father.
Jas frowned slightly and said, “Your father really is sothing else.”
Emma forced a smile and said, “No matter what, he is still my dad.
He raised , and I can’t just ignore him.”
“But this way of dealing with him isn’t a solution.
Haven’t you realized that those people are clearly setting a trap to scam money from your dad?”
Emma bitterly smiled and said, “I know, but Mr.
Johnson is very powerful and part of the organized cri world.
He really dares to harm people.”
Jas shook his head; sotis the underworld seed to have more authority than the police, and many ordinary people were quite afraid of them, he noted, “Then I’ll go with you.
Gambling debts are not protected by law.
Even if we don’t pay them, they can’t do much.”
“But what about my dad?” Emma asked, her eyes widening.
Jas pondered for a mont and said, “Tell where your dad is, and I’ll talk to so friends, see if there’s a way to help.”
Emma suddenly beca excited and asked, “Big Brother Brown, you know people in the underworld?”
Jas grinned and said, “I don’t know anyone from the underworld, but I do know so police friends.
People in the underworld are still afraid of the police, right?”
“Of course, thank you, Big Brother Brown.
Please find soone quickly.”
“You need to tell where your house is, right?
You said you’re not from around here.”
Emma blushed, embarrassed, and said, “My family is in Hubris County, more than a hundred kiloters from here.”
Jas nodded and said, “That is quite far.
Wait here, give the exact address, and I will go imdiately to find my friends and resolve this matter tonight.”
“Really, will it work?”
“Of course, it will.
In so cases, it’s not good for you to show up.
I don’t want them to hassle your father again, so it’s better if you wait here.
How does that sound?”
“Great, thank you so much, Big Brother Brown,” Emma nodded repeatedly, her gratitude evident, and gave the exact address to Jas.
Jas stood up and said, “You must be tired.
Just sleep here for a while.
I’m not sure when I’ll be back tonight.
Make sure to lock the door.”
Before Emma could respond, Jas had already left.
She hurried to the door, but in the dimly lit warehouse courtyard, Jas’s figure was no longer visible.
Jas arrived at the town, imdiately rented a car, and in an hour and a half, he had already reached Hubris County.
Following the address Emma Campbell had provided, Jas Brown quickly found the place—a small two-story building, still lit up inside.
Jas paid the driver a portion of the fare and asked him to wait in the distance, then he easily scaled the fence into the yard, landing without making a sound.
Silently, he reached the ground floor.
With a swift move, Jas grasped the edge of the second-floor balcony, pulled himself up with a little effort, and flipped onto the platform above.
The motion was smooth, like flowing water, with no stumbling.
Ascending to the second floor was as easy as walking on flat ground.
Inside the illuminated room on the second floor, there were six people at the mont.
Four were playing Mahjong, one lay sleeping on the bed, and another stood off to the side, watching the ga.
Two of the players were in their forties, and two were in their twenties.
The sleeping man’s back was turned, obscuring his face, and the one standing appeared sowhat elderly, possibly in his fifties.
Instinctively, Jas felt that this man must be Emma’s father.
However, as he watched others play Mahjong, he seed quite animated, showing no signs of soone being threatened.
“Mr.
Campbell, don’t get cocky here.
If your daughter doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, just you wait and see,” one of the Mahjong players, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said after tossing down a tile, coolly glancing at the bystander.
Jas now understood that this man was indeed Emma’s father.
At that mont, Emma’s father imdiately responded with a strained smile, “Mr.
Wilson, although I, Mr.
Campbell, am not much of a man, my daughter is my pride.
She’s absolutely filial to .
If I ask her to get so cash, would she ignore my needs?”
Another young player spoke disdainfully, “Mr.
Campbell, having your daughter may be your luck, but having you as a father, she’s really cursed.”
Emma’s father flashed an awkward smile but promptly glared and said, “I’ve raised her for eighteen years and now she wants to study instead of making money to support her own father early.”
The person who had first spoken, who was Mr.
Johnson, chuckled and said, “Mr.
Campbell, you say your daughter should gather forty thousand dollars in a day.
What if she can’t find a way?
Maybe she’d sell herself or beco soone’s mistress.
Would you really allow that?”
At this, Emma’s father shalessly remarked, “What’s wrong with being a mistress?
She has a pretty face, perfect for that role.
If she could find a rich boss, damn, I’d be set for life.”
Mr.
Johnson’s eyes glead with a lewd look, “Mr.
Campbell, let’s make a deal.
If your daughter doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, let her stay with for a month, and I’ll forget your debt.”
Emma’s father twitched his mouth, “This…
this won’t be possible.”
Mr.
Johnson slamd the Mahjong table and barked, “What’s that?
Are you trying to dodge the debt?”
Mr.
Campbell flinched and quickly responded, “No, no, it’s just…
my daughter is quite proud.
There’s no way she’d agree.
She must be thinking of ways to get the money now.
Just wait a bit longer, Mr.
Johnson.”
Mr.
Johnson eyed Emma’s father and spoke thodically, “Hmph.
If she doesn’t bring the money tomorrow, I’ll chop your hands off.
I want to see whether she’d rather watch that happen or agree to keep company.”
Emma’s father’s eyes darted about.
“Mr.
Johnson, about my daughter, it’s not impossible, but you’re offering so little money.
Haven’t you seen her?
She’s beautiful and gentle.
Not just twenty thousand dollars, but even two hundred thousand would be worth it.”
Mr.
Johnson glared, “Mr.
Campbell, aren’t you being too greedy?
Even going rates for taking virginal purity are only in the thousands.
Is your daughter’s pussy made of gold, demanding two hundred thousand?”
Emma’s father grinned, “Mr.
Johnson, you can’t compare.
Going out and taking virginity, what level is that?
And those virgins, are they even real?
At hospitals, a few dollars can replace a mbrane.
Can that compare to my daughter’s originality?
Plus, my daughter is so beautiful and a university student, destined to be kept by rich n.
So bosses might even spend a few million a year for her.
I only asked for two hundred thousand, you’re getting a bargain.”
“Cut the crap.
I’ll add an extra ten thousand, letting your daughter accompany for a month.
Otherwise, I’ll chop your hands off.”
“No, no, I’d rather you chop my hands off than undersell my daughter.” Emma’s father, seeing Mr.
Johnson’s interest in his daughter, began to bargain.
Outside, Jas Brown, overhearing everything, felt a surge of anger.
To think there were fathers in this world who would sell their daughters like this—it was utterly despicable.
He initially intended to help Emma’s father resolve the issue, but now he hoped Mr.
Johnson would just end him.
Jas also felt sad for Emma.
She was willing to sell herself for her father, yet her father was still exploiting her.
How could he deserve Emma’s filial devotion?
As the conversation inside grew increasingly shaless, Jas could no longer stand it.
He kicked at the window.
The glass shattered loudly, and everyone inside sprang to their feet, including the man who had been sleeping, who looked towards the window in shock.
Jas, with a grim face, stepped over the glass shards, and everyone inside stared in dumbfounded silence.
The window was of reinforced glass—usually unbreakable with a hamr—but Jas had shattered it effortlessly.
“Who are you?” Mr.
Johnson eyed Jas coldly, aware that his presence ant trouble.
Jas swept his gaze over everyone, finally fixing it on Emma’s father, causing him to feel uneasy.
Mr.
Campbell instinctively hid behind Mr.
Johnson, sensing Jas’s murderous intent.
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