Chapter 1127 - 1127

The older lady smacked her lips several times.

She said to the young girl, "Little girl, I wasn't spying intentionally. I was just passing by. You can carry on; I was young once too, I get it."

"Ma'am, what do you understand? You've misunderstood."

The young girl hurriedly stood up.

Only then did she realize she wasn't wearing pants, and Dirk Carter was also shirtless.

Seeing this scene, it's no wonder others might get the wrong idea; she could only stomp her foot, blush with embarrassment, and stay silent.

Dirk Carter saw this scene.

And burst into laughter.

"You're laughing! Why don't you help me explain!"

The young girl said angrily.

Dirk Carter shrugged and said, "An explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up means there's truth behind it."

"You're still talking, I'm going to hit you!"

Upon hearing this,

the young girl chased after him.

Dirk Carter took off running.

The two of them playfully wrestled all the way from the cemetery back to the parking lot.

On the way back,

the young girl told Dirk Carter some earth-shattering news.

The thugs on the phone had referred to someone as "Mr. Sea"; she'd heard of him.

Mr. Sea, whose real name is Doyle Paxton.

A notorious big shot in Silverwood City.

His business ventures include bars and KTV lounges, but that's not his main business.

Doyle Paxton made his fortune from gambling.

Running gambling dens, lending at high interest, and collecting debts are the main sources of profit—these are the hallmarks of a legitimate organized crime group.

Doyle Paxton is ruthless in his dealings; if you owe him money, he's got a thousand ways to retrieve it from your pocket, which earns him quite the reputation in Silverwood City.

Without a doubt,

things have become clear now.

Alexis Lewis opposed Kane Keating becoming the County Committee Secretary of Greshire County.

At the standing committee meeting, Alexis Lewis used Dirk Carter's name to obstruct the appointment.

Kane Keating surely thinks Dirk Carter is causing trouble behind the scenes, so he contacted Doyle Paxton to have him teach Dirk Carter a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the thugs are idiots.

Not only did they fail to harm Dirk Carter in any way, they revealed themselves.

"Dirk, this Mr. Sea is a tough character; I think you should be more careful in the future."

Sitting in the passenger seat, the young girl said worriedly.

Dirk Carter smiled faintly.

And said, "Don't worry; they won't do anything to me. They actually know we're hiding in an ambush. They're pretending they can't find us. Also, the phone call they made above us was essentially telling me today's events were orchestrated by Kane Keating."

The young girl was taken aback.

She asked, "How do you know?"

Dirk Carter paused and said, "I only figured it out after leaving the cave. At the time, it was too rushed — I grabbed some ground cover leaves, which left traces. They couldn't be dumb enough to overlook such obvious tracks..."

That night.

In a private room at Platinum One Club in Silverwood City.

In the center of the sofa sat a burly, bald man.

At this moment, he held a cigar, watching a woman perform a pole dance enthusiastically.

The woman was quite attractive.

She had a good figure.

Her dance moves showed skill; she must be an expert.

However, halfway through, the bald man felt uninterested, snapped his fingers, and the music playing wildly was silenced by his underlings immediately.

The dancer noticed.

Hurriedly stood respectfully in front of the bald man, humbly asking, "Mr. Sea, is my dancing not good enough?"

That's right.

This bald man was Doyle Paxton.

Doyle Paxton's eyes wandered over the woman's body, asking, "How many years have you been in this business?"

The woman promptly answered, "Mr. Sea, I've been doing this for three years."

"Three years in the business and still don't understand the rules?"

Doyle Paxton asked with a frown.

The woman paused, somewhat puzzled.

A tall, skinny guy standing behind Doyle Paxton immediately shouted, "What Mr. Sea means is you're wearing too much. Pole dancing needs exposure; who wants to see with so many clothes on?"

Actually, the woman wasn't wearing much.

Her upper body was dressed in a cropped tank top.

The bottom was tight denim shorts.

That counts as pretty sexy attire.

Upon hearing this.

The woman said, "Mr. Sea, I think..."

"I don't want your opinion; I want mine. Now, take off those denim shorts!"

Doyle Paxton ordered.

"Mr. Sea, I'm not wearing safety pants underneath."

The woman said somewhat aggrieved.

Doyle Paxton's face flashed with disdain as he said, "If you're not wearing safety pants, all the better. If you were wearing safety pants, who'd care? I told you to take them off, so take them off!"

The woman seemed unwilling.

Bowed to Doyle Paxton.

And said, "Mr. Sea, this place might not be suitable for me; I'll find somewhere else."

After saying this, she was about to turn and leave.

Unexpectedly, two underlings blocked the door of the private room immediately.

"You think you can leave after entering my place? Are you joking with me? I told you to take them off, so you take them off. If my guys have to act, it might not be pleasant."

Doyle Paxton said coldly.

The woman stuck to her principles.

Said, "Mr. Sea, I'm here to make a living, not to sell myself. I definitely won't take off my pants, so tell your guys to get out of the way!"

"Oh, you've got quite the temper."

Doyle Paxton sighed.

With a wave of his hand.

Two underlings rushed forward.

On either side, they grabbed the woman's shoulders.

The woman tried to struggle.

But how could she be a match for two men?

"Ah-Tie, help her out."

Doyle Paxton shouted.

The tall, skinny guy who had been behind him said, "Okay," then pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, snapping it open with a flick.

He swaggered over to the woman and directly pointed the cold blade at the woman's face.

With lechery, he said, "Sweetheart, better not move. Otherwise, this knife might ruin your pretty face."

The woman had never seen anything like this and was scared to her core.

Her struggling body, naturally fell quiet.

Seeing intimidation worked.

The knife began to slide down the body slowly.

Soon.

The blade reached the front of the woman's bust line.

Paused for a moment.

The blade cut across the woman's left shoulder strap, then the right.

Then, Ah-Tie ripped at the woman's chest.

All the upper coverings were pulled down to the waist.

Two snow-white, bouncing bunnies trembled out.

"Mr. Sea, you know what, those are quite big balls..."

Ah-Tie turned and said to Doyle Paxton.

"Continue."

Doyle Paxton said expressionlessly.

The switchblade in Ah-Tie's hand continued downward.

Finally stopping at the belly.

With a gentle flick of the tip.

The jeans button fell to the ground.

Ah-Tie's hands held the woman's waist, hooked the jeans, and kicked them down; the cover on the woman's lower body was completely removed.

At that moment, Mr. Sea finally stood up.

First, he stood in front of the woman.

Surveyed her up and down.

Then said, "The body's pretty good, just not obedient enough. If you'd undressed yourself, we wouldn't have had to bother. Ah-Tie, take her down, train her well. Remember, don't injure her - I'm counting on her to make me money..."

"Got it, Mr. Sea, I'll go right away."

Ah-Tie grinned from ear to ear.

Gestured.

The helpless woman was carried away by three men.

One can only imagine the inhuman torture she was about to endure.

Doyle Paxton sat back down.

About to pick up the cigar.

Bang!

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Kane Keating stormed in angrily.

"Mr. Sea, how did you mess this up? Can't even handle a small task?"

Kane Keating asked furiously.