Shameless Gangster

Chapter 3A

Mouth like a Lotus Flower, Heart like a Sword

Translator: Sae | Proofreader: anasofia1317

Jiang Xiao Ning's motor skill[1] had always been rather active, but what made him staggered this time was the fear in his heart.

There was someone chasing him from behind. His footsteps became more and more chaotic, and both his legs were practically going soft at the knees.

His cell phone was in his hand—in spite of being in the midst of the confusion, he actually remembered that he couldn't call his father or the police, so as he ran as fast as he could. He dialed the number of the one other person he trusted aside from his father.

"Qi Laoshi, help me..."

He tried his hardest to suppress his sobs and then quickly said, "I'm at Jin Ting, I... ah!"

As he took a step up a flight of stairs, he accidentally tripped. His entire body fell forward and hit the stairs with a loud thud. The cell phone flew out of his hand and fell hard on the ground.

He tried to get up and reached for the phone.

But before he could do so, a pair of powerful hands had already gripped his shoulders, nearly lifting his whole body up just to have control over him.

"Let me go! I want to go home! Let me go!" He kept kicking and struggling, but the person behind him was not affected at all as they semi-dragged, semi-lifted him to the next room.

The moment he saw Han Jia sitting leisurely in that room, not only did the sound of his screams increased, but even his manifested anger flourished to another degree.

"You don't keep your word! You said that this was voluntary! Let me go!"

"You reacted rather quickly. Unfortunately, fleeing in confusion like that, you had only one option and that was to go up the stairs." Han Jia stood up and approached him with a blank expression.

Jiang Xiao Ning gasped and softened his voice as he pleaded. "Han Laoban, I want to go home. My dad is still waiting for me at home."

Han Jia frowned. He looked at him for a few seconds and then stated, "It's fine if you don't want to work at Jin Ting. Don't you also sell yourself? I'll buy you for a night."

"I'm not selling myself." Jiang Xiao Ning was already incapable of trusting him as he continued to implore. "Han Laoban, I'm begging you, I want to go home."

"What are we going to do, hmmm?" Han Jia said softly. He smiled and moved in closer to touch his face. "I can't bear to let you go..."

Looking at his posture, Jiang Xiao Ning knew that he wasn't going to be able to escape, so he struggled and evaded Han Jia's hand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Help me! Let me go! Let me go—" He struggled with all his might, but the hands that clung to his shoulders were like iron made by the immortals, they did not budge at all. An immense rush of fear attacked him, causing him to nearly cry.