"Is it Dirk Carter?"

Dirk was just about to speak.

A man's voice came from inside.

Dirk suppressed his pounding heart and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter. What's important is that Miss Sierra Vincent is in my hands. If you don't want her hurt, open your door now and look at the ground."

The door?

Dirk immediately walked to the entrance.

He first looked through the peephole; the hallway was empty, not a person in sight. But on the ground, it seemed there was an envelope.

He opened the door and brought the envelope inside.

Immediately, the phone in his hand hung up.

Then, the envelope inside rang with the sound of a phone.

Dirk opened it; inside the envelope was a mobile phone.

He held it to his ear again, and the same voice said, "Now, place your phone on the dining table in the living room, but I advise you not to make any calls, or I can't guarantee Miss Sierra won't lose any organs."

The dining table?

Dirk instinctively glanced out the window.

Could someone be watching him through the window?

"There's no need to look; our people are watching you. Just follow our instructions."

The voice ordered.

Helplessly.

Dirk could only place his phone on the dining table.

"What's next?"

Dirk asked.

The voice paused and said, "Next, you walk out the gate of the complex. Across the street is a black sedan; just get in."

Dirk didn't dare delay.

He quickly went downstairs.

Sure enough, a car was parked across the street.

He quickly got in.

The driver wore a mask and cap, obscuring his face.

The car drove straight out of the county, heading towards increasingly remote suburbs.

Passing through fields of farmland.

Dirk couldn't even tell where he was anymore.

Then, the car turned a corner, and a seemingly dilapidated warehouse appeared in view.

Judging by its design, this seemed to be an abandoned granary, as the warehouse had no windows, only some ventilation holes high up.

"Get out."

The driver said.

Dirk opened the car door and just as he exited.

The sedan made a sharp turn and departed immediately.

Then.

A large warehouse door in front creaked open.

Dirk walked to the doorway and took a glance inside. It was pitch black, and although sporadic moonlight shone through, visibility was poor.

He slowly walked inside the warehouse.

He heard a clanking sound.

The door behind him was locked.

Perhaps because he was getting accustomed to the darkness, his eyes gradually adjusted.

The warehouse was large; aside from some pillars, it was completely empty.

"Click... Click... Click..."

A series of switch sounds echoed.

Following that.

A light flickered on in every corner of the warehouse.

The intense lights briefly disoriented Dirk; once he adjusted, about ten meters away appeared a chair.

A bald man sat in the chair.

He casually smoked a cigarette, his legs crossed in relaxation.

"Who are you?"

Dirk asked.

The bald man shook his leg and said, "Like I said earlier, who I am doesn't matter. What matters is who she is."

He snapped his fingers.

From the darkness.

Two men brought out a woman with her hands tied behind her back.

It was Sierra Vincent herself, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

At this moment, Sierra's hair was disheveled, her cycling clothes covered in dust, and her mouth taped, looking quite bedraggled.

Yet, her eyes were remarkably resolute.

Once she saw Dirk clearly, she emitted muffled sounds, her eyes filled with worry, and shook her head repeatedly at Dirk, seemingly signaling him to run away.

"Oh, it looks like quite the romantic scene here."

The bald man stood up with a sly grin.

"Dirk, do you want to save this woman?"

Dirk responded, "What's the condition, tell me."

"No condition, just reach her and you're free to go."

The bald man said.

Dirk hesitated, "Is it that simple?"

"Hahaha, of course it's not that simple. I know you're capable, and I doubt three or five people could take you down, so..."

Stopping here.

The bald man snapped his fingers.

A rush of footsteps sounded nearby.

Dirk turned to look.

Seven or eight men blocked the door, each face concealed by a black mask, their identities unidentifiable.

Another ten men, lined in pairs, each wielding a stick, stood between Dirk and Sierra.

The ten formed a passageway.

Clearly.

The bald man meant walking through them.

"There's only one condition: five stages, and each must be cleared without hitting back; if you retaliate once, you're responsible for the consequences."

"Moreover, before each stage, I'll remove a piece of clothing from her. If you can't endure to the last stage, or at the end can't stand, tonight Miss Sierra will be entertained by all of us, you understand what I mean."

The bald man spoke leisurely.

Sierra started to struggle.

She shouted muffled cries at Dirk.

Trying to tell him not to approach.

But being just a woman, with her body restrained, she couldn't compete against the two burly men.

"What if I choose not to go?"

Dirk asked.

The bald man coldly smiled and turned around.

He walked to Sierra and ripped open her cycling jersey.

Inside, she wore only a sports vest.

The bald man smacked his lips, "Well, who would've thought they'd be so big inside."

"Hahaha..."

The masked men laughed along.

Suddenly, the bald man fixed his cold gaze on Dirk and said, "You don't have to go, but every three minutes I'll remove more clothing. And when her last piece is off, I can't control what happens with my brothers."

Dirk knew.

Whether he tried to pass this hurdle or not, the outcome was the same.

Yet, he resolved to give it a try.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "If I do make it, you release us, right?"

The bald man snapped his fingers.

"Of course, my word is bond."

A-Bao?

Dirk hadn't heard this name before.

Nor had he seen this person.

Judging by his accent, he wasn't local.

"Alright, in the world we conduct our business, a word given is a promise kept. Since Brother Bao said it, he'll honor it; otherwise, there's no face among brothers."

Saying that.

Dirk approached the first stage, facing two men, calmly saying, "Bring it on."

The show was about to begin.

The bald man A-Bao returned to his chair.

Lit a cigarette.

Inhaled deeply, waved his hand, and said, "Begin."

As soon as he finished.

The first masked man lifted his stick and swung it towards Dirk's abdomen, producing a heavy thud.

Dirk's face instantly contorted, with sweat beads forming on his forehead.

Despite this blow, he stood still, unmoving.

The other man, seeing this, swung his stick again at the same spot.

With this strike.

Although Dirk remained unmoved.

His body bent forward.

Clearly in unbearable pain.

This scene caused Sierra to struggle again, her muffled cries echoing...

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