The fight went on on the dance floor accompanied by the unrelenting beat of the music. Somehow, ther e was a charm to this scene.
Rory saw his men gradually getting knocked out from Westonâs punches, and he couldnât stay calm any more.
âWho the heck is he...â
Rory was upset. However, when he saw that Stella was alone, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
âNobody move!â he shouted after rushing to her without warning.
âStop! If anyone moves, Iâll kill the old b*tch!â
He put the broken bottle against her neck and hissed fiercely, âIf you move again, Iâll hurt her face right now!â
Just like he expected, the redâeyed Weston instantly stopped fighting He turned around coldly and shot Rory with the menacing glare of an enraged bull. The hostility in his eyes almost engulfed him.
âLet her go,â he said with his tightly pursed lips. At that moment, his dark eyes were glazed, like black ic e on a frozen lake.
Rory believed he couldâve been stabbed to death if his glare materialized into a physical attack.
âYâyou! Kneel on your knees now!â
With mustered courage, he blurted, âIf you kneel and apologize, Iâll let her go!â
Rory could tell that Weston was immensely concerned about this woman. As expected, he stopped attacking.
Seeing that, Rory became smug. âDonât you dare move! Arenât you worried about her?â
Weston wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His voice turned even sharper. âLet her go.â
Westonâs aura intimidated Rory. Even so, he still had Stella in his hands. As he thought of that, he felt slightly relieved.
âIâm not letting her go! So what? You better know when to stop, or Iâll...â
âArgh!â
Rory suddenly stopped in his tracks. Then, with a yowl of pain, he released his grip on her.
Stella could not care less when she saw Weston threatened . She found an ashtray and immediately smashed it on the fatal spot under Roryâs abdomen.
âGod damn... It f*cking hurts...â Rory burst into an uncontrollable bawl, unable to return to his senses fo r a long time.
Stella dropped the ashtray. It fell to the floor and rolled around until it finally stopped right next to Westonâs feet.
As she looked up, he was already in front of her.
Weston came against the light. The light of the world shone behind his tall and strong figure.
Stella found this a little dazzling and squinted ever so slightly. In the next moment, she was pulled into Westonâs arms.
If youâre scared, hug me.â As Stella fell into a warm embrace, a low, mellow voice came from above, Weston held her tightly in his strong arms. His embrace was so tight that she could barely breathe.
After a long moment, he finally let her go. âAre you okay??â
âIâm fine...â Stella replied in a low voice.
Before she knew it, Weston suddenly released her, walked to Rory, and slammed his fist right into his fa Rory didnât even have the time to react.
Weston punched him again. The blow was so hard that Rory barely had the strength to wail.
Rory fell to his knees. Weston had no intention of stopping, however. He walked right up to him and ask Rory was so stunned he could barely answer in time.
âWhich hand did you use?â Weston repeated his question, this time in a colder tone.
Rory trembled in fear. âIâI...â
He faltered and was unable to speak. Weston sneered . âSince youâre silent, it means you used both your hands to touch her.â
Rory was still unable to understand the meaning behind his words. Before he could finish speaking, he f âAaaaa!â
Rory screamed at the top of his lungs and watched helplessly as Weston broke his arms without hesitation. He snapped his arms so easily, like they were made of clay.
Weston did it so quickly that no one around him could react in time. Before they realized it, Rory had dro