Chapter 1744 - 1734: A Man Like a Viper
Chapter 1744: Chapter 1734: A Man Like a Viper
The snake-like man completely ignored their words, a cold smile tugged at his lips, his eyes crimson yet exuding a noble demeanor, he spoke in a deep voice, "Is that so? Then you all can die..."
"Bang bang!" Several gunshots rang out from the bathroom.
The bar descended into chaos, no one knew what had happened, and everyone was terrified as they ran out. Only the bar’s security personnel and the manager braced themselves and headed towards the bathroom. But they were all stopped outside by the well-trained bodyguards of the Oscar family, completely unaware of what was going on inside.
Oscar dealt with two of the damned people, pressing his thin lips together as he moved forward.
Those lying on the ground were frowning deeply, their eyes vacant, hickeys still visible on their necks and shoulders. Dressed only in their lingerie, they twisted uncomfortably.
The corners of her eyes were red, completely devoid of her usual strong woman appearance.
Oscar stood over her for two seconds, then suddenly took off his coat and bent down to wrap it around her, lifting her up in his arms.
The bathroom entrance was crowded with people, and seeing someone finally come out, they whispered among themselves.
"There they are, they’re coming out."
"Why is he carrying a woman?"
"What happened inside? Is the woman unconscious or something?"
"Oh, too bad we can’t see her face. So curious about who it is."
The onlookers craned their necks, wishing they could pull Skye Lawrence away to see what she looked like.
But Oscar held her in his arms, burying her face against him.f.
"Go, have the bar manager come to see me."
"Yes, Young Master."
Oscar, with his tall height and long legs, strode out of the bar carrying the person in his arms.
The people around were eager to watch the spectacle, but none dared approach with the fierce-looking bodyguards surrounding him.
He walked out of the bar under the escort of a group of bodyguards.
A formidable Thunder Off Road vehicle was parked at the bar’s entrance.
As soon as he exited, a bodyguard promptly opened the car door for him.
Oscar carried the person into the car, laid her down, and then got out.
Without needing his orders, a dozen well-trained bodyguards had already surrounded the vehicle, not allowing anyone to take photos with their phones.
Soon, the bar manager was pushed out by two people.
Oscar lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and held it between his fingers, lighting it with a lighter. The cigarette flickered between his fingers, giving off an indescribable allure.
Earlier, in public, the impression he gave was mostly of gentlemanly grace. His tall stature, mixed-race appearance, and gentlemanly demeanor easily inspired trust. But now, he seemed to reveal his true nature, his handsome features exuding a wicked aura that involuntarily instilled fear in people.
"Y-yes, hello..." The bar manager was called out, his legs weak.
He had just been into the bathroom and seen the tragic state of the three people inside.
One was beaten until fainting.
The other two were even worse, with gunshot wounds on their limbs, and a waiter had quietly contacted the hospital.
He could tell clearly that even if they were saved, their limbs would definitely be disabled.
This man dared to shoot so recklessly in a public place, indicating an extraordinary identity. He wondered what those people had done.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t implicate him...
Oscar’s snake-like gaze fell on him, making the bar manager break out in a cold sweat. As he lit his lighter, Oscar nonchalantly asked, "Did you see clearly who was inside?"