Chapter 165
Miranda was still checking around, not paying much attention to the man’s voice even though she heard it. But the man wasn’t backing down despite Jasper’s words.
“So what if she’s your sister? Can’t you introduce her to me? I mean, look at her, wearing a skirt that short in a place like this, she’s clearly not a goody–two–shoes. Why not join us, and we’ll show you some good stuff, huh?” The man’s gaze was fixed on Miranda, lingering on the hem of her skirt with a look that said it all.
Jasper regretted bringing Miranda to this place. But now that they were here, he was ready to protect her, even if it meant involving himself into a brawl.
“Step back,” Jasper said in a low voice.
The man started moving towards Miranda.
“What good stuff?” Miranda suddenly seemed to snap back to reality.
Jasper was speechless. Was she really that naive? Did he bring someone obtuse out with him? Was she the type to be counting money for someone who just conned her?
The man chuckled instantly. “Come with me, young lady, and you’ll find out.”
As he spoke, he reached out to put an arm around Miranda. But suddenly, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground! The unexpected turn of events startled Jasper.
People around them stepped aside, creating a space, eager to watch the commotion.
The man struggled but couldn’t move, as if his legs were glued to the floor. Miranda kicked him down flat.
He was like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be gutted, terror written all over his face, yet unable to move. Only when Miranda’s foot pressed down on his face did he finally whimper in pain.
Jasper quickly glanced at Miranda’s short skirt, which was actually a skort, and he sighed in relief. At least the thug didn’t get to enjoy any undeserved view.
But Miranda’s ferocity genuinely shocked him. How did she do it?
With Miranda’s foot pressing harder, the man’s face twisted and bloodied.
“Ahhhh!!!”
Miranda looked down at him coldly. “So, where’s this good stuff?”
No one around them expected this sweet–looking girl to be so ruthless.
The man, his face nearly unrecognizable, stammered in pain, “Over… over there… the auction house.”
Miranda finally lifted her foot. And that was when Jasper noticed the man’s nose was broken!
His face was a bloody mess, unrecognizable, so much so that even his own mother probably wouldn’t recognize him.
“Let’s go check it out,” Miranda said nonchalantly, gesturing for Jasper to follow.
Jasper was momentarily stunned, and then nodded. “Okay.”
He had been ready for a brawl. But it was resolved just like that?
“Miranda, how did you even do that?” Jasper asked curiously, following her up.
Miranda waved a hand. Jasper’s sharp eyes caught sight of the silver needle in her hand.
He was incredulous. That little thing? What kind of newfangled weapon was this? But it didn’t look like a weapon. It looked like an acupuncture needle!
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Meanwhile, in the upper levels of the market, another pair of eyes had watched everything unfold.
The man, wearing a black mask, stood on a stand. He was tall and well–built, with military boots on his foot and a look of cold determination in his eyes.
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What was Jasper doing bringing her here? He glanced at the man who had harassed Miranda, a flicker of malice in his gaze.
Elsewhere, a man in a black suit walked through a VIP corridor, his attention drawn to where Miranda had just
made her move.
“Did you see how she did it?” he asked, his voice carrying a deep, cold undertone, a certain laziness that only someone in power could afford.
“No, sir, I didn’t see her make a move, his subordinate replied respectfully,
The man’s face was mostly hidden in shadow, unrecognizable. Only the pigeon blood red ring on his right thumb was visible. He shifted his gaze and continued walking.
“Useless.”
The single word was enough to make his subordinate shiver. As if, with just one word, he could end their lives.
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