It seemed that many people had arrived since the sound of footsteps could be heard from all directions. Sophia immediately put on her face mask; her black battle suit looked so over-the-top that she looked like someone acting in a movie about assassins.
Standing next to her, Michael also put on his face mask. He wore matching outfits with her since they were a couple!
Stanley secretly asked, “Uncle Michael, how could you be here and fight just like this? What if you get photographed and your photos are sent to the weekly entertainment magazines?”
Annoyed by the question, Celine answered, “That’s not a big deal. This isn’t the first time I’ve been photographed fighting with someone.”
However, Celine—the chief culprit—seemed to be totally unaware of Michael’s resentment. Her eyes brightened as she looked at the seemingly threatening crowd that closed in on them from all sides.
What a group of underage hunks with rosy lips, pretty white teeth, and muscular bodies! Anyone can tell at a glance that they feel great to the touch!
There were dozens of people on the other side, so Celine and the rest were grossly outnumbered.
It seemed that Celine’s side was indeed short of men. There were only eight of them at the very most, including the three Fletchers, the three Mitchells, as well as Harry and Sarah.
As their leader, Celine stepped forward and met the other side’s leader. She shouted confidently, “Tell me your name!”
The leader told Celine his name. “No problem. I’m Ben Oak, and everyone in the underworld calls me Ben. Who are you?”
He’s Ben?
Sophia stared at the young man before her eyes. Seemingly in his early 30s, he looked short and as thin as a skeleton. One could easily tell from his dreadfully pale skin, heavy dark circles, and dull eyes that he lived a life of debauchery.
The saying is indeed true that knowing a person by repute is not as good as seeing him or her in the flesh…
Standing beside Ben was a group of men and women dressed in various colors. Sophia recognized one of the women at a glance; she was none other than Rosie.
Rosie didn’t seem much different since Sophia last saw her a few years ago. Dressed in revealing clothes, she had a nose ring and a lip stud in addition to her heavy makeup; there was a brightly colored butterfly tattoo on her collarbone as well. It seemed that she was also a drug addict, for one could notice the injection marks on her arm that were visible to the naked eye if he or she looked closely.
Sophia looked cold as she tightened her grip on the electric rod in her hand.
Celine sat casually on a rock while saying, “As for me… Everyone in the underworld calls me Cece. Have you heard of me, brat?”
“Hahahahaha…” Ben couldn’t help laughing derisively, leading his men to laugh as their laughter echoed through the large space under the bridge.
Ben resumed his grim and sinister expression the next second after he finished laughing. “You must be the imposter who looks like Taylor!”
There had been a lot of scandalous gossip about Taylor recently; it was quite unusual. Ordinary people were clueless, but word had been spread in the underworld that a woman who looked a little like Taylor was stirring up trouble there.
Ben glanced at the people Celine brought with her. He could tell at a glance that the two people dressed in black were cosplayers, whereas the other three seemed to have rushed here after work since they were still dressed in worker’s uniforms. The blonde man who looked like Ethan was even more outrageous—he came here in slippers!
What a disorderly band of people they are! They must be a bunch of little-known stunt doubles from a small and poorly-equipped film crew!
Ben didn’t take them seriously at all, for he planned to catch one of the guys and beat him to death later. As for the ladies…
“Beat them!” At Ben’s command, the dozens of people behind him charged toward Celine and the rest.
Ben was just a hooligan who couldn’t even be considered a gangster. His underlings didn’t even have a lot of machetes, let alone guns. They couldn’t even wield the same weapon; some of them went so far as to use their school bags as weapons, whereas some charged toward their opponents after leaving their bags behind.
Upon Ben’s command, all these people charged toward Celine and the others with passion and ferocity written all over their innocent and young faces.
Ben led the crowd and was met head-on with Celine.
Ben’s plans were pleasurable. He would catch Cece and sell her to the brothel since she must be worth a lot of money with her face that looked like Taylor.
However, while he was still indulging in his daydream, a face that looked very much like the celebrity suddenly appeared before his eyes with lightning speed.
Michael followed behind her while also quietly protecting her. When he exchanged glances with Justin from time to time, they could see a look of resignation in each other’s eyes. Hehe, it’s fine as long as they’re happy, they thought to themselves.
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