Chapter 608 - I Regret It, So What? (1/2)

Chapter 608 I Regret It, So What?

This was the sight that greeted Zhang Heng when he walked into the bar:

Wendy was pinned to the table, desperately struggling to free herself. One of her hands was fixed on the table, and her other was wounded. A man with bandages wrapped around his hand had his knife stabbed between her fingers, yelling at the same time, “You little [BEEP)! Aren’t you going to apologize? This is your last chance! I swear I will cut off your hand if you make me ask you the same question again!!!”

Instead of caving in, Wendy gritted her teeth and did not say a word. On the other side, a woman in a flower-dotted skirt was trying to talk the man out of it, while the others in the bar were watching the drama unfold before them.

The man only sought to become more and more furious. Wendy’s stubbornness had embarra.s.sed him in front of everyone. And the wound on his hand also made him lose his mind gradually. And finally, he put on a murderous look and readied to cut off Wendy’s palm.

But the very next moment, a loud gunshot could be heard, and the knife in his hand flew away. The deafening explosion instantly silenced the noisy bar.

“I think she is quite happy with her right hand. She still wants to keep it,” the visitor sniffed.

Bacchus turned his head and saw an oriental man with yellow skin and black hair, but wearing cowboy clothes. He was still holding a revolver in his right hand, and smoke poured out from its muzzle.

The moment Bacchus’s companions saw someone shooting at him, they instinctively drew their guns as well. “I would advise you not to test your luck.”

“Who are you? What is your relations.h.i.+p with this little (BEEP]? Why so, nosy?!” Bacchus scoffed with an expression most unkind.

“She is my employer, and I need her to keep paying me… the full amount.”

“Is that right? Know what your employer did to me? She pierced my palm!” Bacchus raised his wounded hand, continuing aggressively, “and you know where she initially aimed at? She was going for my bowels! This little (BEEP] wanted to murder me!!!”

“Really, I’m really sorry about that. Then, what?”

“Then… until now, she hasn’t even given me a simple apology. I don’t care where you’re the f*ck you came from, but here, where I live, people have to admit their mistakes and pay the price for their wrongdoings. They have to beg for forgiveness!”

“Don’t listen to him. He touched my b.u.m first! I just fought back in self-defense. I didn’t do anything wrong!” Wendy, who was still being pressed on the table, shouted in exasperation.

“You heard what she said,” Zhang Heng interjected. “It seems you both have a disagreement on this matter. Why not let her go, and we can talk about this like civilized

men.”

“Now, why should I listen to you?” Backus retorted.

“Because… You hurt your right hand, and I’m pretty sure you want your left hand intact, right? Otherwise, you will have to be at the mercy of others to feed you.” Zhang Heng lowered his revolver and aimed at Bacchus’s left hand, “Well, let me pay you ten dollars so you can find a doctor to bandage the wound. Whatever money that’s left after you paid the doctor will be your compensation.” “I can earn one dollar a day. Such a serious injury can’t be healed in a week!” disagreed Bucchus. “50 dollars and she must apologize first.”

“Fifteen,” replied Zhang Heng after considering a while.

“I’m not f*cking bargaining with you! Do you take me as a beggar?” Bacchus felt insulted, and the way he looked at Zhang Heng had only worsened.