Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 184

Chapter: 184

“I’m forcing you to buy it. So what? Give me the money! $28, 000. Not a penny less!” From the wayDebbie dressed, the bald man could tell that she was rich, and he was going to rip her off before he lether leave

Debbie wanted to leave the store as soon as she could, so she ignored the storekeeper and turnedaround to walk towards the door.

However, the storekeeper grabbed a remote and locked the automatic door.

“You can’t leave without buying it!”

Debbie’s blood was up.

“He keeps pushing me! This pig is looking for trouble!” She darted towards the bald man and clutchedhis collar.

“Open the damn door!” she warned angrily.

Hearing the commotion, the four men who were at the table stopped playing mahjong and stood upfrom their seats. With quick strides, they surrounded Debbie. The four of them looked sternly at her likedogs fighting over some bones.

Debbie was left with no choice. She had to fight her way out.

She knocked the storekeeper to the ground and sent him howling. She cracked her neck and wasprepared to strike her next target. By now, the other four men could see that she was not an easy oneto handle.

One of them whipped out his phone and called someone.

“There’s a chick who knows Kung Fu. Send Herb and Ron over.”

Hearing that more foes were coming, Debbie planned to run away.

She let go of the man she was grabbing, took an opportunity, and ran to the back of the store. Shelooked desperately for a backdoor. But there was no backdoor!

It was a bedroom that she recklessly ran into. When she realized where she was, she wanted to runout, but the door of the room was locked then by those men.

“Stay there. You can come out when you have decided to pay the money,” a man said outside.

Debbie took her phone out of her pocket and wanted to call the police.

Then another man’s voice called out, “Call the police if you want.

Nobody dares to mess with us, not even the police. I’m letting you keep your phone because I‘m notworried about you calling the police.”

She didn’t buy it and called the police anyway. The police told her that they were on their way andwould be there soon, but no one came even an hour Later.

“So these jerks were not joking when they said that the police didn’t mess with them,” Debbie mutteredto herself in a hushed voice.

A minute or two passed and the men outside eventually lost their patience. They opened the door andtwo odd-Looking, bulky men who were more than two meters tall walked in and stood in front of her.One of them was chewing a betel nut.

“Beetch, geewe me your purth!” the Betel Nut yelled.

But his pronunciation was so bad that Debbie couldn’t make out what he had just said. ‘Huh? Whatkind of language is that? What is he barking?’ It took her a long moment to figure out that he wasasking for her purse. Fumbling around her backpack, she took out her purse and handed it to the BetelNut.

“Here you go. See? I’m very poor. It was not that I didn’t want that lucky peace buckle. The truth is thatI couldn’t afford it. I only have 300 bucks. Go on, you can open my purse and see it for yourself.”