Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 411

Charlie, who suddenly broke in, forced them to pause the action on their hands.

"F*ck, what's going on!" The short man scolded.

The person next to the short man was also surprised. "I don't know. This place is remote, how did this b*stard replace up here!"

Charlie's sunken deep eyes passed straight through those few people, looking at her, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. "Wendy, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

His voice was still calm, but the last few words were still hoarse.

Wendy knew that she had made him worry.

Her mouth was blocked and she could not speak. She could only keep shaking her head and tell him that she was fine.

Seeing this, Charlie's heart, which had been hanging all this time, finally fell back where it was.

The fierce-looking man stood up and took two steps forward, following two other men, who were standing the fierce-looking man's left and right. "Let me give you a piece of advice. Don't meddle our business. Now turn your head and walk out and close the door, get as far away as you can, or don't blame us for not being polite!"

"Heh!" Charlie snorted coldly.

He looked at her face inch by inch and noticed that her right cheek was much higher than her left cheek. Someone must have slapped her in the face. Looking down, he saw that her collar had been torn off a large part, and the lace inside was exposed, and he could see her fair skin on her chest...

Charlie thought of the image of several men surrounding her when he just crashed the door...

How dare they touch his woman!

If he had come one step later...

Charlie clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles creaked. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"Big Brother, what should we do now?" The fierce-looking man turned back and asked for instructions first.

The short man sneered and said, "What else can we do? I have already said that we take the money and get our job done. Since this guy dares to meddle in our business, then let him have a taste of the consequences of meddling!"

"I see that he looks like he knows some kung fu!" The fierce-looking man looked at Charlie's figure. He didn't think that Charlie was just a businessman.

"What are you afraid of? We're outnumbered!" The short man said.

Hearing this, the fierce-looking man smiled and said to the two people behind him, "You two, let's kiss his *ss together!"

Charlie stood rooted to the spot and didn't move. When the fierce-looking man came forward, he waved his right fist. This punch hit the fierce-looking man hard that the fierce-looking man spat out a large mouth of blood, with the face turned blue and purple, the fierce-looking man couldn't recover for a long time.

Then the two men behind the fierce-looking man both pounced on Charlie.

Just like before, Charlie did not show any fear. He took half a step back, dodged the first attack, grabbed the shoulder of one of them, and hit the bridge of the other person's nose with a punch. Then he turned back and kicked the first man to the ground.

Both of them screamed, and another man also ran to help.

However, Charlie wasn't afraid. Although his face was colored, he didn't suffer much loss. He fought against four by himself. The situation became more and more urgent and deadlocked.

The short man saw that Charlie was getting braver and fiercer, he didn't follow those four men to fightCharlie. Instead, he picked up Wendy, who was lying on the ground, with his hand.

The rope on Wendy's feet had broken free at that moment, allowing her to stand firm. Just as she was about to break free, a cold blade stuck to her neck.

The short man shouted at Charlie, and then said, "If you dare to move again, I'll wipe her neck with a knife! Try it if you don't believe me!"

Charlie suddenly stopped.

These people seemed to be outlaws, and they didn't care about whether they would kill someone or not. The ferocious expression on their faces didn't look like they were telling lies. Moreover, even if they were telling lies, he wouldn't let her get hurt at all.

Charlie's hands dropped, giving his opponent a chance to attack.

Because of the short man's threat, Charlie stopped fighting back. The fierce-looking man who had been beaten to spit out blood before lifted his leg toward Charlie. Wendy opened her eyes wide and watched him being kicked and bent over his strong body.

That fierce-looking man must have exerted all the strength to kick Charlie. Although Charlie didn't say a word, his tightly knitted brows showed that he's very painful.

"Take the iron stick on the wall and teach this arrogant b*stard a good lesson!" The short man shouted at other people.

Then, two men ran to the wall, picked up several sticks standing on the wall and handed them to each other. After that, they lifted up the sticks and ran towards Charlie.

No! No!

Charlie, Charlie...

Wendy shouted silently in her heart, sounding even more desperate than the time when she was insulted by the group of people earlier.

She couldn't do anything. She could only watch those men rushing to Charlie, punching, kicking, and hitting him desperately. And those iron sticks were falling wantonly like raindrops on him. Muffled sounds came one after another, and it was unknown how many ribs would be broken.

Charlie had been knocked down to the ground. He was 1.86 meters tall, but now he arched like a shrimp. But even so, he did not say a word from the beginning to the end, much less give in.

It seemed that he was afraid that she's worried about him, or he was such a strong-willed man.

She didn't know exactly how long it took, every second was so torturous...

The fierce-looking man suddenly turned around and reported, "Boss, he seems to be dying!"

Upon hearing that, Wendy's eyes went black and she almost fainted.

In her sight covered by tears, she saw Charlie lying on the ground in a very decadent position. His whole face was buried on the ground. It seemed that he really couldn't move.

With a sudden contraction in her heart, her grief reached a critical point in an instant.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wendy glanced at the short man. While he was distracted, she stepped hard on the back of his foot. The strength in his hand was slightly lighter, so she took the opportunity to get rid of him. Ignoring the pain caused by the knife, she rushed to Charlie like crazy.

When she was close to Charlie, other men came forward and tried to grab her.

For a moment, Charlie, who was lying still before, suddenly stood up on the ground and grabbed the iron stick and hit it against them.

As if out of desperation, he shielded her behind him. Within a few seconds, he knocked down all four of them to the ground. One of them even hit the wall and fell into a coma.

The short man screamed and cursed in anger, grabbed the knife, and rushed forward at Charlie.

At this time, Charlie was dealing with the two men with his left and right hands. He couldn't deal with them all. When the knife was about to be inserted into his back, Wendy hadn't thought about what to do when the body already had its own consciousness, directly blocked in front of him.

But the knife did not stab her body, only a few centimeters away from her, because Charlie found in time, he turned back to grab the knife with his bare hands.

The blood turned from one drop to two, three to four, and finally into a column of blood flowing rapidly down.

Even though Charlie couldn't stand straight, his body was still full of firmness. His eyes were full of long, thin bloodshot line, holding the blade in a death grip, he stuck it in his palm, not allowing the short man to get his way.

Because if he can't resist a little, the tip of the knife will be inserted into her body, and then the whole knife.

Just when they were at a standstill, a smoke bomb was suddenly thrwon in and the warehouse was instantly filled with smoke.

"Big brother, There are so many police outside!" The fierce- looking man saw the flashing police lights outside and screamed in panic. The short man immediately loosened his grip on the knife. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out of here!"

They couldn't care about their unconscious brother, trembling and running away from the back like rats.

Vaguely, Wendy could hear a familiar voice of the middle-aged man from far to near.

"How's Charlie?"

Kim then came over with the police. When he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but be shocked and quickly asked.

He helped her untie her hands and yanked the car wipes out of her mouth, then turned his head and shouted, "Quick, call an ambulance!"

Wendy knelt on the ground directly and held Charlie in her arms with great difficulty. At this point, he was covered in blood, as if everywhere was wounded, as if dipped in a bubble of red paint. "Charlie, don't scare me..."

Wendy choked with sobs, and her tears fell on his eyelids.

Charlie opened his deep eyes and raised his hand. However, he must have pulled a wound, the pain was so intense that his face was distorted.

Wendy felt that even the breath he exhaled was cold and bloody, she cried out in pain and asked, "Where do you hurt? How are you feeling? Tell me!"

Charlie didn't answer her but still struggled to lift his hand. He slowly took off his suit jacket and put it on her body to cover her torn clothes. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid."