Ryan was badly beaten until his face was covered with bruises. He didn't even have the strength to cry at the very end.
Where did this group of outlaws come from?!
What if they killed him in the process of this beating? Were they really not afraid of the law?!
He couldn't even persuade them with money!
Ryan cursed them ferociously within his heart!
It wasn't until he was thrown to the ground that he began to breathe with case again.
Chase towered above him, his eyes flashed a hint of unyieldingness. "Don't you dare think about Bella ever again! Otherwise, the consequences won't be worse than today," Chase warned with a gruesome tone.
Ryan promptly nodded, "Okay! I won't!" Would Chase believe him?
He gently lifted his chin.
Another man came and rummaged through Ryan's pocket.
He found a colorless and odorless liquid bottle.