Female Novel
Chapter 322
Dylan Nell.
Thirty years of age and unemployed.
He wandered through all sorts of bars and entertainment districts. Along with about fifty honchos, he
conducted businesses like extortion and ransom that skirted the edges of the law.
Today, he and his honchos had just come out from a bar.
Upon seeing Thea, their eyes were pealed to her.
They were experienced at waiting outside of bars to pick up beautiful ladies who were drunk and then
getting a room in a hotel somewhere.
After that, they would record the process and extort money out of their victims.
They knew what was going on when they saw James together with Thea.
“This guy has quite some luck to get his hands on such a fine woman.” With a greedy look, Dylan
ordered his men, “Go get them. Beat the guy up and grab the woman.”
“Yes.”
The honchos were thrilled.
Such an exquisite woman. After Dylan had a taste of her, it would be their turn.
Just as James and Thea reached the hotel entrance, a few hooligans approached and stopped them in
their tracks.
One of them whistled and looked at James with a mischievous grin. “Hey, kid, I’m warning you. Put the
woman down, kowtow to us, and we’ll let you off the hook. Or else, we’ll beat the hell out of you.”
Dylan was dissatisfied. “What are you dilly-dallying for? Go get him already!”
James looked at the approaching Dylan.
He looked thirty years of age and wore a black vest. He had long hair and a golden necklace around
his neck. He had a green dragon tattoo which made him look much more intimidating.
The dragon tattoo alone would unnerve many.
“Get lost…”
James’ face darkened.
Thea was still barely conscious. She opened her eyes and saw the men blocking their path.
“What’s going on, honey?”
She spoke with a sultry voice.
It was smooth and alluring.
“I’m here, honey,” A man said with a laugh and walked toward her.
James lifted his leg and kicked him.
He went straight for his crotch.
“Argh!”
The man clutched his crotch and cried out in pain. Then, he collapsed to the ground and lay there
motionless.
“Get him!” Dylan yelled.
His men immediately pulled out their daggers.
One of them slashed at James.
However, before he could even approach him, James grabbed him by the arm and twisted it.
Crack!
His wrist fractured, and the thug cried out in pain. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
James went on the offensive.
In the blink of an eye, all of them had collapsed to the ground.
Fearful, Dylan took a few steps back.
With Thea leaning onto him, James walked toward Dylan.
Thea spoke in a feeble voice, “D-Don’t fight, honey.”
James stopped and glared at Dylan. “Scram!”
“I’ll remember you. How dare you beat up my men?! Just wait! You’re a dead man.”
Seeing his men lying on the ground, Dylan left a threat and made his escape with his tail tucked.
He only returned after James had entered the hotel.
His honchos had already gotten up from the ground.
“Trash!” He cursed.
“It’s not our fault, Dylan. We didn’t expect him to be such a great fighter.”
Dylan reproached him, “Investigate him! I want to know who he is. I’ll definitely kill him.”
Dylan had been on the streets for many years and was acquainted with many powerful men. Getting
his hands on James’ hotel room booking record was a piece of cake. Soon, he learned of James’
name. After that, they investigated further.
He learned where James came from.
“Cansington…”novelbin
Dylan’s face darkened.