"How to serve? Naturally... Hehe, you're so smart, how could you not understand?" The man showed an especially lecherous smile and eagerly moved towards Keira Leaf.
"Do you need me to help serve you for a bit?"
Suddenly, a male voice sounded, and just as the man was about to curse, he found a black handgun pointed at the top of his head, causing cold sweat to drip.
He turned his head, only to see Charles Chill looking at him with disapproval, the murderous intent in his eyes evident.
"Big Brother Chill, it was just a joke, why take it seriously." The man grinned awkwardly, with a hint of placation.
Charles Chill ignored him, his gaze fell to the glass fragments on the ground, he furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and when he looked up again, the woman who was lively two days ago was now somewhat haggard, her dry lips had turned pale, her small face was colorless due to loss of blood.
"Go get some water." Charles Chill turned to one of his underlings.
