In such a situation, expecting Aubrey Yuill to moan was something she couldn't quite accept.

But after Ron Vincent slapped her.

She had no choice but to squeeze some sounds from her throat.

Ron Vincent looked provocatively at Dirk Carter, then slapped Aubrey Yuill on the butt again, angrily demanding, "Moan more sluttily for me."

"Ah... mm..."

Aubrey Yuill made some "progress."

Ron Vincent was still not satisfied.

Another slap: "Moan properly, the sluttier the better, shout it out for me."

"Ron, come on, I'm going to lose it... you're amazing..."

Enduring endless humiliation.

Aubrey Yuill surprisingly accepted it.

Getting louder.

Dirk Carter watched her in this state and felt a pang of pity.

Back then, although Aubrey Yuill was vain, she was also quite proud, but now she seemed like a mating bitch, being treated like this in public, it was quite lamentable.

"Glenn, the chief arrived."

The long-haired guy called from the door.

Ron Vincent pushed Aubrey Yuill aside, zipping up as he yelled at her, "Don't put on any clothes, just stay naked."

Aubrey Yuill was stunned.

Paused her movement to dress.

Just stood there naked from the waist down, behind the sofa.

Then.

A man in a police uniform entered the private room with three or four officers.

Dirk Carter didn't recognize the guys in front.

But he recognized Eliza Henderson in the back.

Eliza Henderson was also surprised to see him, taken aback and confused.

"Glenn Walsh, you're doing a great job as deputy chief, I got my ass kicked in KTV, how are you going to explain this to my dad?"

Seeing the police arrive.

Ron Vincent suddenly felt emboldened.

As if showing off, he pointed at the lead cop, bossing around.

"Mr. Vincent, what exactly happened?"

You could tell.

Glenn Walsh also despised Ron Vincent.

But he suppressed his anger and stepped forward to ask.

Ron Vincent pointed to Dirk Carter and said, "See, this guy, he just beat me and my friends, take him away, give him a good treatment."

Glenn Walsh looked at Dirk Carter.

Just about to order his arrest.

At that moment, Eliza Henderson quickly approached, whispered something into Glenn Walsh's ear.

Glenn Walsh's expression immediately changed.

Evidently.

Eliza Henderson had already revealed Dirk Carter's identity.

He was about to say hello.

But Dirk Carter gave him a glare.

Glenn Walsh, being smart, nodded slightly, then waved his hand, saying, "Fall back!"

Fall back?

Just what do you mean fall back?

Before Ron Vincent could throw a fit, Glenn Walsh had already led his men out the main door, leaving a bewildered bunch not knowing what happened.

Ron Vincent was infuriated.

He took out his phone to call Glenn Walsh again, only to hear the automated message saying the number was off.

"Mr. Vincent, what's going on? Weren't you going to take care of me? I've waited long enough."

Dirk Carter yawned, stretched, and said.

Seeing that he couldn't rely on the police anymore.

Ron Vincent nodded and said, "Alright, alright, if the legit way doesn't work, I'll take the shady path, just you wait."

After saying that, he quickly dialed a few more numbers.

As soon as the call connected, Ron Vincent changed his tone, somewhat fawning, "Rosie, it's me, Ron. I got beat up at Dynasty KTV, can you..."

"Who exactly are they?"

Rosie asked coolly on the phone.

Ron Vincent hurriedly said, "Nobody important, just a laborer from out of town, named Dirk Carter."

"Who did you say?"

Rosie initially didn't want to deal with it, just asked as a formality, but hearing Dirk Carter's name terrified her.

"Dirk Carter,"

Ron Vincent repeated.

Rosie said, "Alright, give me five minutes, I'll be there right away."

Then, the call was hung up.

Hearing that Rosie would be arriving soon.

Ron Vincent started showing off again.

He said, "Dirk Carter, you didn't appreciate the easy way, but chose the hard way. Originally locking you up for two days would be enough, but now you've pissed off the wrong person in Kenton County, you won't have it easy now."

After saying that.

He lounged back on the sofa.

Pulled the naked Aubrey Yuill closer.

With one hand, he toyed with her Black Forest.

Tying those few hairs into knots.

In less than five minutes.

Bang, the door to the private room swung open.

Rosie ran in with a slight sheen of sweat, seeing Dirk Carter sitting in the middle with his legs crossed, just about to speak when Ron Vincent immediately approached, nodding and bowing, saying, "Rosie, you got here so fast, see, this is Dirk Carter, he's the one who beat me."

At this moment.

Dirk Carter also stood up.

Asked, "You actually associate with such trash?"

Hearing this, Ron Vincent added fuel to the fire, telling Rosie, "Rosie, look, this punk is so arrogant, he even called you trash. You have to teach him a lesson."

Assuming Rosie would explode next.

Unexpectedly, she lowered her head, somewhat apologetically said, "Dirk, I promise, it won't happen again."

Dirk?

The most powerful woman in Kenton County, Rosie, actually bowed to this guy in front of her?

Though Ron Vincent was arrogant, he wasn't stupid.

He instantly realized something.

"Rosie... who is he?"

He nervously asked.

Rosie sneered and said, "You want to hit him, right? Forget you, even if your dad were here, he'd show him utmost respect."

"My dad... has to show respect too?"

Ron Vincent swallowed hard, repeating.

"Weren't you saying you wanted to take care of me, Ron? If you don't do it soon, I might run out of patience."

Dirk Carter patted him on the shoulder.

Scaring Ron Vincent into a shiver.

"Dirk... Dirk, you're joking, I... I didn't know... that... Aubrey, Aubrey, she's yours, I... I know I was wrong."

Dirk Carter looked at Aubrey Yuill.

At this time, Aubrey Yuill also wore a face full of fear.

She couldn't have expected, after a few years apart, Dirk Carter had become such a big deal.

"Where's my bag?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Ron Vincent got nervous.

Muttering, "Bag, bag, right, bag is here, bag is here..."

He grabbed the small bag from a corner, raised it with both hands, respectfully presenting it to Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter opened it to check.

The weight in his heart was lifted.

Fortunately, that notebook was still there.

He handed the bag to Rosie.

Then turned and patted Aziel Grant on the shoulder, saying, "Go get someone outside to bring in twenty cases of beer."

"Twenty cases? Can you finish them?"

Aziel Grant asked in surprise.

Dirk Carter paused and said, "No, fifty cases, bring in fifty cases."

Aziel Grant swallowed hard, nodded, and walked out.

Ten waiters.

They had to carry it in five rounds to bring in fifty cases of beer. Luckily this room was big, otherwise, they wouldn't have fit.

Ron Vincent and five other men stood respectfully on the side during this time, not daring to move, of course, none of them knew what Dirk Carter actually intended.

"You guys like drinking, right? See here, fifty cases of beer, my treat. Starting now, these fifty cases, when you finish them, that's when you can leave this room, and nothing can be wasted. If I find out anyone dares to waste any, well, sorry, back to counting from fifty cases anew, begin."

Dirk Carter pointed to the pile of beer.

Fifty cases, six people, nearly ten cases per person on average.

Forget drinking, even if they pried open their stomachs, they couldn't pour it all in.

Seeing the six of them not moving.

Dirk Carter said, "Rosie, maybe call some people to join them for drinks?"

Rosie nodded.

Just about to wave.

Ron Vincent immediately complied and said, "We'll drink, we'll drink, we'll do it right away."

Then.

He opened a case, grabbed a bottle, and started chugging.

The others, seeing Ron Vincent move, didn't dare delay and immediately "busied" themselves.

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