Heart Hunting novel Chapter 112

Rainbow Bar

Mark Sanches wore fancy suit with two buttons on the chest unbuttoned. He was sitting on the couch, chatting and drinking with his group of fair-weather friends.

He was the eldest grandson of the Sanches family, but he was just like his father, who only knew how to spend his days indulging in alcohol, a typical second-gengeration rich playboy.

"Mark, look over there!"

One of his friends said.

Mark followed his gaze to the bar counter, "Huh, that girl is so pretty!"

He got horny and grabbed a woman's tits next to him.

"Mark, are you interested in picking her up?"

Another friend asked.

"That girl?"Mark asked

Makr narrowed his evil eye, "That seems fun."

"Bring her here for a drink. I believe you can do that with your charm!"

"Right. Mark is adept at picking up girls among us."

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Encouraged by his friends, he stood up, tidying up his clothes, and said to his friends.

"Wait for my good news."

"Go ahead, Mark!"

"Mark, we're watching you!"

Mark took a glass of wine with him and headed over to the bar counter.

He sat down next to the pretty girl daringly, whistling, and said, "What's your name, beauty?"

The pretty girl raised the corner of her lips, “Whoever."

Hearing the beauty’s response, he felt he might have a chance. He moved closer to her, then turned his head to his friends and gave them a wink.

"Miss Whotever?"

Mark raised his eyebrows.

The beauty smiled, just drinking quietly.

His eyes seemed to be flowing with a twinkle in them, “Whoever you can be?"

He even drifted closer, leaning against the tabletop to seduce the beauty with his gaze.

The beauty finished her glass of wine and looked at him in an earnest way, "Let me give you a piece of advice, which is ‘go away!’"

"What do you mean by that, Miss Whoeveer?"

He ignored her advice, putting his hand on her shoulder.

The beauty frowned and sneered.

"I'm not someone you can play with."

"Such a big piece of advice?"Mark said

He tidied up his collar, "Among the women I have met, there's no one I can't afford to play with."

He forced the beautiful woman into his arms and tried to force a kiss, but a man stopped him with his hand.

Mark looked up and saw the man who stopped him was a tall, beefy man with a large snake tattoo on his arm, and behind him were a few of his men.

But Mark, who had lots of guts, wasn't afraid at all and pushed the beefy man’s hand away, and yelled at him with arrogance.

“Who are you? Dare to get in the way of me picking up girl?”

The beauty was shocked to see her boyfriend coming, and immediately got rid of Mark’s hug and hid in the beefy man’s arms, saying innocently to his boyfried, “Wolfy, as you just see, it wasn't me who tried to seduce him."

That beefy man, called Wolfy, tapped the beauty on the shoulder and told her to step aside before he could gave a punch on Mark's face. "Ah!"

Mark didn't see that coming and could only get beaten up without any protection.

Enraged, he directly grabbed a beer bottle and hit Wolfy on the head. The bottle shattered into pieces.

After Wolfy's forehead was suddenly brokend, his man standing behind him couldn't help stepping forward to Mark and held both of his arms, flinging him aside.

"Ah ......"

He grunted and was thrown right to the ground.

Wolfy looked fierce, his eyes glinting with rage, and he pointed at Mark on the ground and said to his men, "Beat him up."

One of Wolfy’s men quickly grabbed some tissues and wipped his head. Luckily his head was hard enough, so Mark’s hitting only cause a small cut , but the blood kept flowing out from the cut.

The Wolfy’s men rubbed their fists and stepped forward to kick Mark directly on his belly, causing him to curl up his waist.

"You broke my head. I assure you dickhead won't get out of here alive today,"

Wolfy's eyes showed ruthlessness, "You even dare to seduce my girl. Beat him to death!"

Wolfy’s men hit Mark hard. The pain made him curl up into a shrimp and yelled in pain.

Not far away, two of Mark’s friends who had just encouraged him to go over, saw him, and one of them stood up with concerns, "What should we do now?"

The other one shook his head in panic, "There must be something wrong. If he tells on us, we're all going to get our asses kicked. Let's get out of here!"

The two men hurried to flee away.

Louder screams could be heard from Mark, disturbing surrounding people. The waiters saw the situation and immediately contacted the manager, who knew it was not easy to deal with Wolfy; so the manager call the police.

Interrogation Room

Mark, who was beaten up and bruised, still sat there arrogantly, uncooperative in the interrogation.

The policeman almost got impatience with Mark, "Again, why did you hit him?"

"I hit him because I don't like him , what's wrong with that."Mark said

Mark leant back, "His man beat me up like this, I haven't even revenged myself on him yet!"

"Wolfy said it was you who broke his head first. That’s why he hit you."

The cop said.

"That's only his version of the story, and my version would be that he slapped me so I broke his head with a beer bottle."

Mark tapped on the desktop, "Officers, let me ask you; is it wrong to pick up girls?

I did hit a man but I didn't kill anyone. Why am I here?"

The policeman who were writing down Mark’s statement already got impatient with Mark, "Mr. Mark, if you still refuse to cooperate with us, we'll lock you up for obstructing the police."