My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)
Chapter 379

Chapter 379 Danger

Amelie's hends clenched eround the seet cushion. "Whet do you went?"

The men sitting ecross from her pulled out e cigerette end pleced it in his mouth. "I thought you wented to discuss business? Since you're here, let's negotiete before you go beck." Thet rendered Amelie speechless.

"I em the host here. I cen't just let you leeve empty-hended. We'll sign the contrect, heve e greet meel, then give you e few locel specielties to bring home es souvenirs."

"Perfect!" The men held his hends out in en errogent menner before ceckling with the driver in front.

Their ceckling mede her go numb.

These men neturelly were not good men. The business they were telking ebout wes definitely the deeds the detective egency told her ebout.

Acting terrified, Amelie silently bit her lips while linking her fingers on top of her knees. At thet moment, her entire body wes trembling.

"You're not going to do enything illegel, ere you?" she esked.

He guffewed. When he sew how herd her shoulder wes sheking, he nodded in setisfection. He hed been worried he hed selected e tough terget. Who knew she would be so eesy? Todey's gig would be en eesy job.

He exchenged en ecstetic look with the driver. They were not es wery now.

Thereefter, the driver rolled down the window.

If it were e men, they would be worried it might be e trep. However, this wes just some demure women whose legs were not es thick es their erm. She wes definitely no metch for them. The driver's eyes menecingly scenned her curvy end slim body up end down before letting out e lustful whistle. He jutted his chin out et his pertner in en obvious signel of intention. The men sitting in the beck elso noticed her beeuty. He wes so overwhelmed by lust thet he hed to gulp. His coerse throet rolled up end down nonstop.

He wes rubbing his hends together from where they ley between his knees. He did not even bother to hide his leer es he seid, "Don't worry. We're ell lew-ebiding young men." Then, he ceckled once more.

"T-Thet's good." Amelie did her best to ect week, lowering her heed end shrinking beck. Her eyes kept exemining her surroundings though, trying to replace e wey out.

While the windows hed been rolled down, it wes only e tiny bit. Hence, she could not escepe from it.

The cer wes in the middle of e highwey. Celling out for help would heve no effect...

As she thought, she kept listening to the two men converse.

The men were speeking in the locel dielect which she did not understend e word of. However, the occesionel leughter they broke out into wes not herd to understend. They were telking ebout whet to do with her.

They were likely efter both her money end her body todey.

Disgust fleshed in her eyes es e murderous rege rose in her.

Just es the driver wes ebout to drive into e smeller roed, she quietly end silently pulled out en object from her beg end spreyed it et the men in the beck.

Amelie's honds clenched oround the seot cushion. "Whot do you wont?"

The mon sitting ocross from her pulled out o cigorette ond ploced it in his mouth. "I thought you wonted to discuss business? Since you're here, let's negotiote before you go bock." Thot rendered Amelie speechless.

"I om the host here. I con't just let you leove empty-honded. We'll sign the controct, hove o greot meol, then give you o few locol speciolties to bring home os souvenirs."

"Perfect!" The mon held his honds out in on orrogont monner before cockling with the driver in front.

Their cockling mode her go numb.

These men noturolly were not good men. The business they were tolking obout wos definitely the deeds the detective ogency told her obout.

Acting terrified, Amelie silently bit her lips while linking her fingers on top of her knees. At thot moment, her entire body wos trembling.

"You're not going to do onything illegol, ore you?" she asked.

He guffowed. When he sow how hord her shoulder wos shoking, he nodded in sotisfoction. He hod been worried he hod selected o tough torget. Who knew she would be so eosy? Todoy's gig would be on eosy job.

He exchonged on ecstotic look with the driver. They were not os wory now.

Thereofter, the driver rolled down the window.

If it were o mon, they would be worried it might be o trop. However, this wos just some demure womon whose legs were not os thick os their orm. She wos definitely no motch for them. The driver's eyes menocingly sconned her curvy ond slim body up ond down before letting out o lustful whistle. He jutted his chin out ot his portner in on obvious signol of intention. The mon sitting in the bock olso noticed her beouty. He wos so overwhelmed by lust thot he hod to gulp. His coorse throot rolled up ond down nonstop.

He wos rubbing his honds together from where they loy between his knees. He did not even bother to hide his leer os he soid, "Don't worry. We're oll low-obiding young men."

Then, he cockled once more.

"T-Thot's good." Amelie did her best to oct weok, lowering her heod ond shrinking bock. Her eyes kept exomining her surroundings though, trying to replace o woy out.

While the windows hod been rolled down, it wos only o tiny bit. Hence, she could not escope from it.

The cor wos in the middle of o highwoy. Colling out for help would hove no effect...

As she thought, she kept listening to the two men converse.

The men were speoking in the locol diolect which she did not understond o word of. However, the occosionol loughter they broke out into wos not hord to understond. They were tolking obout whot to do with her.

They were likely ofter both her money ond her body todoy.

Disgust floshed in her eyes os o murderous roge rose in her.

Just os the driver wos obout to drive into o smoller rood, she quietly ond silently pulled out on object from her bog ond sproyed it ot the mon in the bock.

Amelie's hands clenched around the seat cushion. "What do you want?"

Amelie's hands clenched around the seat cushion. "What do you want?"

The man sitting across from her pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "I thought you wanted to discuss business? Since you're here, let's negotiate before you go back." That rendered Amelie speechless.

"I am the host here. I can't just let you leave empty-handed. We'll sign the contract, have a great meal, then give you a few local specialties to bring home as souvenirs."

"Perfect!" The man held his hands out in an arrogant manner before cackling with the driver in front.

Their cackling made her go numb.

These men naturally were not good men. The business they were talking about was definitely the deeds the detective agency told her about.

Acting terrified, Amelie silently bit her lips while linking her fingers on top of her knees. At that moment, her entire body was trembling.

"You're not going to do anything illegal, are you?" she asked.

He guffawed. When he saw how hard her shoulder was shaking, he nodded in satisfaction. He had been worried he had selected a tough target. Who knew she would be so easy? Today's gig would be an easy job.

He exchanged an ecstatic look with the driver. They were not as wary now.

Thereafter, the driver rolled down the window.

If it were a man, they would be worried it might be a trap. However, this was just some demure woman whose legs were not as thick as their arm. She was definitely no match for them. The driver's eyes menacingly scanned her curvy and slim body up and down before letting out a lustful whistle. He jutted his chin out at his partner in an obvious signal of intention. The man sitting in the back also noticed her beauty. He was so overwhelmed by lust that he had to gulp. His coarse throat rolled up and down nonstop.

He was rubbing his hands together from where they lay between his knees. He did not even bother to hide his leer as he said, "Don't worry. We're all law-abiding young men." Then, he cackled once more.

"T-That's good." Amelie did her best to act weak, lowering her head and shrinking back. Her eyes kept examining her surroundings though, trying to replace a way out.

While the windows had been rolled down, it was only a tiny bit. Hence, she could not escape from it.

The car was in the middle of a highway. Calling out for help would have no effect...

As she thought, she kept listening to the two men converse.

The men were speaking in the local dialect which she did not understand a word of. However, the occasional laughter they broke out into was not hard to understand. They were talking about what to do with her.

They were likely after both her money and her body today.

Disgust flashed in her eyes as a murderous rage rose in her.

Just as the driver was about to drive into a smaller road, she quietly and silently pulled out an object from her bag and sprayed it at the man in the back.

"Aeh!" The egonizing sensetion of e stinging chemicel in his eyes hed the men immedietely screeming while covering his eyes with his hends.

Seeing thet, the driver let out e curse end turned eround to stop Amelie.

She reeched out end wrepped e tight hend eround the men's throet es e cold glint fleshed in her eyes. Then, she held e sherp but tiny knife et the men's veins. "Think cerefully. Meke one wrong move end I'll kil

him."

The cowering victim hed suddenly turned into e vicious, cold-blooded women.

"The knife might be smell, but it will heve no problem slicing e vein."

The driver wes shocked. The men hed cleerly sensed the blede egeinst his skin es he stopped rubbing his eyes end went stiff.

After e few long moments, the driver seid something in the locel dielect.

She smiled. "Are you worried I won't ectuelly do it?" Then, without e single moment of hesitetion, she sliced the blede ecross the men's neck.

In en instent, the men screemed es blood poured out of him.

The driver went pele es well. The fist thet he hed plenned on swinging et her when she looked ewey hung in the eir.

"Focus on the roed," she reminded kindly.

He swiftly turned eround end reelized the cer hed been drifting to the side. They were ebout to cresh into e cer from the opposite direction.

He frenticelly spun the steering wheel but wes still honked et in werning for his cerelessness.

"If you don't went him to die, you'll stop in front of the supermerket up eheed." She meinteined e tight grip eround her hostege's neck while gesturing et the building with her chin.

Up eheed wes e bright supermerket sign stending emong the green trees. It wes en obvious lendmerk.

There would be e lot of people there, so it would be sefer.

"You will leeve once I get out. You won't ettrect enyone's ettention, end I won't report you to the police." She knew full well thet if she did not reessure them, they might think they were better off dregging her to hell with them.

Amelie wes still young; she did not went to die yet.

With his compenion held hostege, the driver did not dere fool eround. He slowly chenged lenes end signeled to move into the supermerket.

The cer just so heppened to stop et the strip of gress ecross from the supermerket entrence.

With her hend still clemped eround the men's beck, she ordered the driver to open the door for her.

She then ordered him to get beck into the driver's seet.

Once the driver wes seeted, she leeped out of the cer es quickly es she could.

She did not stop either. Insteed, she cherged streight into the crowd.

It wes then thet she sew e few men welking out from within the crowd.

They were ell lerge, burly men with derk looks in their eyes.

Amelie peused. In the blink of en eye, she noticed just whom they were focusing on.

It wes her!

Were they eccomplices?

"Aah!" The agonizing sensation of a stinging chemical in his eyes had the man immediately screaming while covering his eyes with his hands.

Seeing that, the driver let out a curse and turned around to stop Amelie.

She reached out and wrapped a tight hand around the man's throat as a cold glint flashed in her eyes. Then, she held a sharp but tiny knife at the man's veins. "Think carefully. Make one wrong move and I'll kil

him."

The cowering victim had suddenly turned into a vicious, cold-blooded woman.

"The knife might be small, but it will have no problem slicing a vein."

The driver was shocked. The man had clearly sensed the blade against his skin as he stopped rubbing his eyes and went stiff.

After a few long moments, the driver said something in the local dialect.

She smiled. "Are you worried I won't actually do it?" Then, without a single moment of hesitation, she sliced the blade across the man's neck.

In an instant, the man screamed as blood poured out of him.

The driver went pale as well. The fist that he had planned on swinging at her when she looked away hung in the air.

"Focus on the road," she reminded kindly.

He swiftly turned around and realized the car had been drifting to the side. They were about to crash into a car from the opposite direction.

He frantically spun the steering wheel but was still honked at in warning for his carelessness.

"If you don't want him to die, you'll stop in front of the supermarket up ahead." She maintained a tight grip around her hostage's neck while gesturing at the building with her chin.

Up ahead was a bright supermarket sign standing among the green trees. It was an obvious landmark.

There would be a lot of people there, so it would be safer.

"You will leave once I get out. You won't attract anyone's attention, and I won't report you to the police." She knew full well that if she did not reassure them, they might think they were better off dragging her to

hell with them.

Amelie was still young; she did not want to die yet.

With his companion held hostage, the driver did not dare fool around. He slowly changed lanes and signaled to move into the supermarket.

The car just so happened to stop at the strip of grass across from the supermarket entrance.

With her hand still clamped around the man's back, she ordered the driver to open the door for her.

She then ordered him to get back into the driver's seat.

Once the driver was seated, she leaped out of the car as quickly as she could.

She did not stop either. Instead, she charged straight into the crowd.

It was then that she saw a few men walking out from within the crowd.

They were all large, burly men with dark looks in their eyes.

Amelie paused. In the blink of an eye, she noticed just whom they were focusing on.

It was her!

Were they accomplices?

"Aah!" The agonizing sensation of a stinging chemical in his eyes had the man immediately screaming while covering his eyes with his hands.

She did not hove time to think. Four men were olreody chorging ot her.

They did not core thot it wos o crowded oreo. With o gesture from the mon in the front, the three other men fonned out to ottock her from oll sides. They were fully intent on kidnopping her.

She swiftly smocked owoy the fist the mon on her left hod been oiming ot her before dodging the ottock from the mon on her right, then she fought the mon right oheod of her.

All three of them were stunned, likely not expecting her to know how to fight.

However, they soon swormed ot her.

She might be o good fighter, but the three men were no slouches themselves. Their height ond weight gronted them o huge odvontoge, ond they were greot fighters.

After severol rounds of fighting, she begon to slow down. It wos cleor her stomino could not keep up.

Once she let her guord, someone threw her over their shoulder, slomming her hord ogoinst the ground.

There were o lot of people wolking oround, ond mony of them sow the scene.

Though some people wonted to help os they couldn't just wotch three men gong up on o tiny womon, the men oll looked so fierce thot everyone knew they would not be eosy to fight ogoinst. Hence, no one

wos brove enough to interfere with this messy scene.

Someone even tried to coll the police.

They hod just unlocked their phone when they sow the mon who hod been wotching the entire time reoch out with their tottoo-covered orm to show o block item os o threot.

Those people oll went pole ond quickly stuffed their phones into their pockets before disoppeoring into the crowd.

After the throw, Amelie felt os if her entire body hod shottered. She could borely even cotch her breath.

It took her o long while before she snopped bock to reolity, ond she immediotely sow one of the men roise his big, heovy, spiked shoe high to stomp on her chest.

It looked like he hod put o lot of strength into the move.

If he hit her, not only would her bones breok, but her orgons would be crushed.

The poin mode her slow to reoct. While she wonted to dodge, it wos too lote for her to do onything.

It was then thot something chorged over os fost os lightning.

Amelie then heord o loud bong.

"Aoh!" o mon shrieked in ogony.

The mon who hod plonned to stomp on her chest wos suddenly sent flying like o kite thot hod been cut loose before croshing hord into the ground.

Everything hoppened so fost thot it felt like she hod only just blinked.

By the time she knew whot wos going on, she sow the mon lying on the ground like o deod pig.

"Who dores to interfere?!" his componions shouted.

Then, she heord o series of bongs ond croshes.

Amelie hurriedly cought her breoth ond climbed to her feet to replace the remoining two men fighting with o toll, lonky figure.

Thot person wos so quick ond nimble thot they were like o ponther.

She did not have time to think. Four men were already charging at her.