Chapter 95: Chapter 95: You Just Wait, Flirty Hoof! At this moment, Lucas Hughes really wanted to kill Alexander Johnson and Chloe Simpson!
. What a disgusting couple!
They actually humiliated him like this!
Alexander, youâre such a piece of shit!
The prestigious Young Master of the Capital Circle, trampling on my dignity like this, is it that fun for you?
You rich people are really worth nothing!
Chloe, youâre also a shameless bitch!
How did I not see before how despicable and cheap you are!
Getting fucked felt so good that you can say anything, right?
Fine!
Just you wait, dirty bitch!
Next time, when I mess with you, I want you to kneel and call me daddy!
On the bed, Alexander Johnson and Chloe Simpson had been tumbling around almost the entire night.
Meanwhile, Lucas Hughes was curled up in the cabinet for the whole night.
That night, he kept hearing words that humiliated him, each more vicious than the last, each more unbearable to hear!
By the time Chloe and Alexander were done, Lucas Hughesâ whole body, from being curled up in the cabinet for too long and maintaining the same posture, had its blood circulation cut off.
His whole body was almost stiff.
Full of rage, with nowhere to vent, nowhere to release, his tightly clenched palms kept dripping blood.
His arms and legs were also covered with traces of his venting.
When he saw Alexander and Chloe asleep and the noise died down, he got up, tiptoed out of the cabinet, and fled the room, he almost couldnât walk!
Of course, Alexander saw all of this.
He watched the trembling shadow of Lucas Hughes leaving, smiled slightly, and sent a message to his assistant, Jack Woods.
"[Heâs gone. Iâll leave the rest to you!]"
Ha, to dare provoke him! How could he let it go so easily?
"[Got it, Eldest Young Master. Just watch and see.]"
At this moment, assistant Jack Woods, waiting outside, received Alexanderâs message and immediately started preparing.
Meanwhile, Lucas Hughes left Alexanderâs room, took quite some effort to regain his composure, and exited the Ansun Hospital drug research building.
He glanced at the time, thought about having work tomorrow, and decided there was no need to go back home; heâd just go to the hospital lounge to rest for a few hours.
But heâd barely taken a few steps when someone put a sack over his head from behind.
"Who! Ah! Daring to mess with me! Youâve got a death wish!"
Having endured a night of suffering, stifled with anger, and now sacked, Lucas Hughes erupted instantly.
"Damn, weâve got you in a sack, and youâre still so arrogant. Are you asking to die?"
Jack Woods cleared his throat, took a swing with a baseball bat, and hit.
Only he held back his strength as he swung.
After hitting, Jack Woods instructed his men again: "Got that? Did you see how I just hit? When hitting someone, you canât use too much force at once, otherwise, breaking the bones would be bad."
"If youâre gonna hit, be restrained, aim for the bones to be half-broken. Ideally, even get the tendons. That way itâll cause excruciating, bone-eating pain!"
"Got it, boss,"
"Thatâs how weâll hit!"
So, over the course of almost an hour, Lucas Hughes was continuously beaten.
Moreover, everyone was using baseball bats!