The gangster's mouth opened wide, but before he could scream, the black-haired woman twisted her body and threw him over her shoulder onto the floor with a muffled thud.
The hooligan stopped breathing on the spot and did not have the chance to scream.
Then there was the sound of fists colliding with flesh, the clatter of all kinds of tables, chairs, and wine glasses flying everywhere, and then the screams of the hooligans.
But the most captivating thing was the string of curses that burst out of the black-haired woman's mouth like popping beans.
Even Luke's face stiffened when he heard that.
Looking at the chaotic battle, he whispered into Vanessa's ear, "She seems to be much stronger than you."
Vanessa rolled her eyes at him again, which made his heart itch.
The black-haired woman was very powerful, but she wasn't a professional. She was a typical street brawler.
They pulled their hair, scratched their ears, twisted their fingers, slapped their faces, kicked their crotches, and beat them until they cried for their parents.
However, in this unfair fight, her eyes were red and the corners of her mouth were swollen.
Luke smacked his lips. "Are you really not going to help?"
He actually found this black-haired woman quite pleasing to the eye. She was fierce and tough enough, but … she had a lot of dirty talk.
Words like "I'll kick you to death", "You're only worthy of eating my shit", "You're maggots in a cesspool" and so on flowed out like water. With the assistance of punches and kicks, she dealt a ton of mental blows to the group of gangsters on the opposite side.
Unfortunately, she was a woman after all, and she was facing seven or eight men. After beating up three of them, she was knocked down by the remaining four hooligans, who surrounded her and beat her up.
Black Baldy was holding a Dry in his hand.
The martini finally slipped, and the glass shattered with a clatter, but he sprang to his feet and strode over to it.
Bang! Ka-cha! Puff! Pa!
After a few consecutive sounds, one of the four hooligans who surrounded the black-haired woman fainted on the spot.
Some screamed and hugged their ankles that had turned into a Z shape. Some clutched their stomachs and knelt on the ground, vomiting. There was also an unlucky guy who was kicked down by the black baldie, who stepped on his face with his big foot.
While making such a cruel move, the black baldie's face revealed an incomparably gentle smile. He extended his hand to the black-haired woman who was staggering up from the ground. "Can I get to know you? I think I'm in love with you. "
"Pu!" Luke spat out a mouthful of juice.
He originally thought that the black baldie would ask something along the lines of "Are you alright?", who knew that it would be this sentence.
More importantly, after the black-haired woman was beaten up, her hair was disheveled, and her face was swollen. Her clothes were also stained with alcohol, dust, and junk. At first glance, she looked like a beggar.
The other party was already in such a state, so how could the black baldie say such words? Shouldn't you send him to the hospital first?
In the end, the black-haired woman staggered to her feet and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. She looked at the black baldie and said disdainfully, "How old are you? You don't even have any hair, and you're still trying to flirt with girls? "She then limped out.
The black baldie was stunned for a moment, before he suddenly doubled over in laughter.
Seeing what was going on, Vanessa was stunned for a moment, before she chuckled as well.
When the black-haired woman opened the door and left, the black baldie's laughter stopped, and he quickly stood up and followed her out.
Luke congratulated him from afar. "Good luck. I have high hopes for you."
The black baldie didn't even look back. He simply gestured at Luke before he disappeared through the door.
Luke smacked his lips. "Is this what you call beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"
Unfathomable, Vanessa hummed softly in response.
At that moment, another group of people charged out from a nearby hallway and happened to pass by her.
Seeing Vanessa sitting by the bar counter, the group of people stopped in their tracks and turned their heads. "Beauty, let's have a drink together." With that said, a few people surrounded her.
Luke could smell the strong stench of alcohol on them, and knew that they weren't in their right mind.
Rolling his eyes, he grabbed Vanessa and said, "It's mine. You can get lost now. "
The drunkards didn't care about his words at all. They approached with sluggish and rotten smiles on their faces. A few hands reached out and touched Vanessa's body.
Luke grabbed a wine bottle opener from the counter with his empty right hand, raised it, raised it, and stabbed it again.
Within a second, he repeated this process four times, and four people were kneeling by his feet, screaming and clutching their hands in pain.
"Are you sober? If you are, get lost, "he said impatiently as he threw away the bottle opener, which still had traces of blood and flesh on it.
"Go to hell!" One of the drunkards who hadn't reached out seemed to sober up a little, and reached for his waist.
Luke, on the other hand, leaned against the counter leisurely and watched the guy quietly.
The drunkard pulled his hand out from behind his waist. It was a pistol.
In Luke's eyes, the guy was as slow as an old bull.
His lips curling up, Luke suddenly raised his right leg and kicked the guy's hand that was holding the gun. The guy loosened his grip in pain, and the gun flew into the air before it spun and landed in front of Luke.
Catching the falling gun, Luke aimed it down and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The man screamed and fell to his knees. A hole appeared in his calf.
Luke nodded. "It's a loaded gun, too. You're unlucky."
After he fired, the other three hooligans also reached for their waists.
This time, Luke didn't waste any time. He fired twice, and the other three immediately followed in the footsteps of the first drunkard. They fell to their knees and screamed.
Only then did Luke walk forward and grab their guns. He then found a car key from the unlucky hooligan who had taken out a gun first.
"Let's go. These people probably have accomplices," he said as he picked up Vanessa and walked out of the bar.
When they left, their broken car was nowhere to be seen.
Luke wasn't surprised. If anyone dared take out their phone here, someone would immediately come after them, ready to snatch it away at any moment. Naturally, cars were no exception.
Luke walked to a Toyota pickup with the car key in his hand. He inserted the key and opened the door.
Vanessa wasn't surprised, since this was the only Toyota parked outside the bar.
After they got into the car, Luke asked, "Are we going to the airport?"
Vanessa thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's walk around the city. The flight will take another two hours."
Luke nodded and slowly drove the car forward.
Without a destination or direction, they wandered around the city casually.
San Pedro Sula was even more chaotic at night.
The sporadic gunshots and screams indicated that it wouldn't pass the night in peace.
Luke and Selina were silent in the car.
They were about to part.
Although they weren't sad, they were still reluctant to part with each other when they thought about the ten days they had spent leisurely.
The sound of engines grew louder and louder as two cars approached and screeched to a halt before the Toyota pickup.
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