Right then, two dazzling rays of lights flashed directly at them and the boy was blinded by its brilliance.
Carla closed her eyes unwittingly and then she heard the screeching sounds made by the emergency brake of a car alongside the cusses of the boys. "What the f_ck! That scared the sh_t out of me. Who the hell is looking for trouble here?"
Followed by that were punching and fighting noises along with the boys' screaming…
She could feel the wind gusting by her ears and the slight shakes caused by someone collapsing nearby.
All these happened in an instance…
Carla panicked and by the time she opened her eyes and saw what happened in front of her, she was stupefied.
The four boys were rolling and crying out in pain on the ground.
Especially the boy who laid his hand on her just now. Both his hands were fractured and he was bellowing and struggling beside her…
Blocking the light, a masked man dressed in black stood tall in front of her like a wild lone wolf. Looming over those defeated around his feet, he spat out indifferently, "Garbage!"
Carla froze looking at him. The figure of Zayn flashed across her mind inexplicably.
Although the dressing styles of the two men were completely different, at that moment, his domineering aura, his pair of aloof and distant eyes, and even his voice were peculiarly identical to that of Zayn's!
"What are you thinking?"
Zayn knocked lightly on Carla's head and carried her to the car. Then, the car whizzed off in the gloomy night.
Flashes of what just happened were still playing repeatedly in Carla's mind. Indistinguishable, they're just too alike!
"Are you dumb?" Zayn berated her in fury. "Did you just stand there stupefied after being harassed?"
"Then what should I do? It's not like I can beat them." In an aggrieved tone, Carla added, "And I'm still injured…"
"Useless!" Zayn lowered his voice as he rebuked.
"Anyway, I didn't suffer any losses, " Carla uttered casually, "But don't you think you were a little too ruthless to them?"
"Why?" Zayn's face turned murky instantly. "Are you feeling sorry for them? It seems like I might have disturbed you and the boys, huh?"
"What are you babbling about…"
"Do you want me to send you back to have fun with those little hooligans?"
Zayn sounded like he was in a state of frenzy.
"What's the matter with you?" Carla slapped the back of his head abruptly. "How dare you talk to me like this! Do you want to die?"
"You…"
"Get your facts straight! I'm your boss here; you're only a gigolo!"
Zayn was about to lash out when Carla splurted these words haughtily which reminded him of his current identity.
I'm not Mr. Giblo now; I'm Mr. Gigolo!
"You better not test my limits!" Carla stared at him aggressively and warned, "It seems that I've been too kind to you, which makes you grow more overbearing by the day. How dare you ridicule me?"
"That's enough, stop running on this…"
Zayn bared his teeth as he uttered those words and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Ungrateful wretch! She has just rejected me and now she's beating me. If it's not for concealing my identity, I would have dealt her a blow.
"Hmph!" Carla shot him a dagger and took out her phone to be charged.
She was pondering secretly in her mind. It can't be that he's actually Zayn, can it?
A pre-eminent man like Zayn would definitely jump and choke me to death if I were to beat him.
But other than his face turning gloomy, this man over here dared not do anything after being beaten and reprimanded by me.
Still, when this gigolo came to my rescue just now, his voice and the aura he emanated was so identical to that of Zayn. Now that I come to think about it, it sounded all the more identical…
Besides, both of them like to chase people off their cars halfway through the journey and kick people in the ass from behind.
Thinking of this, Carla was overwhelmed and she asked tentatively, "Why are you always wearing a mask? We're not in Stifling Night now and you're not being picked by some wealthy women. Aren't you tired of this mask?"
And as she said that, she reached out to take off his mask…
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