Chapter 152

Lucian undid his wristwatch and handed it over to James Burke. He then loosened his tie and took off his suit, handing them over to James as well. James stepped back, knowing Lucian was about to go all out “Argh!” Someone screamed and fell into the room.

Everyone in the box was stunned. Randal stood up. “Who the hell is causing a ruckus here, daring to disturb me, and even hitting my friend? Are you asking for death?”

Lucian walked over, step by step. His gaze was icy, like an ice pick in winter, sweeping over everyone in the room, finally landing on Randal’s face, and then his sight fell on the sofa The woman on the sofa was covered in blood and lifeless. Her clothes barely covered her body. Seeing this, Lucian felt the urge to kill for the first time.

“Who the hell are you, barging in and messing with us… The guy’s words were cut off by Lucian’s imposing aura, making him step back, “Which gang are you from? We work for Jack you’d better…”

Before he could finish, Lucian threw a punch, breaking his teeth without even a chance to resist.

No one else in the box dared to move.

Randal stood up, “Bro, I haven’t done anything to cross you, right? You’re here for this woman, right? I can share her with you.”

Lucian lifted his hand, shaking his wrist a bit, and walked over step by step. Randal was getting scared, “Come help me; we can still fight back, can’t we?”

Several people rushed up immediately.

Seeing them all rush up, Randal picked up a beer bottle and charged forward, trying to hit Lucian from behind. Lucian turned around, his eyes cold and stern. He punched and broke Randal’s jaw, then grabbed his throat, “You’ve got guts!”

Randal was almost choking.

James hurried over, “Lucian, if you don’t let go, he is going to die.”

But no one could stop Lucian.

Randal staggered forward. Then Lucian grabbed a bottle of red wine and smashed it over his head.

Randal fell to the ground, but Lucian choked him and kept punching him in the face, then lifted his foot and stomped on Randal’s leg Randal screamed in pain. The others in the box were either lying on the ground or screaming with their heads in their hands.

James had never seen Lucian this angry; it was as if he really wanted to kill him. Maybe if he wasn’t there, Lucian might’ve killed Randal.

Allison opened her eyes. She felt like she was dreaming. Otherwise, how could she be seeing Lucian?

Lucian picked her up; his gaze held a rare touch of tenderness. He reached out and carefully moved the wet and messy hair from her forehead, which was stained with blood. His eyes fell on the wound on her forehead. It was about two centimeters long, with blood constantly seeping out and some already beginning to scab.

“Wake up, don’t sleep.”

Allison’s eyelids felt heavy. She seemed to be hearing things.

She heard Lucian calling her name. Was it really him? Why was he here?

Allison’s vision was blurry and her head felt heavy. The wound on her forehead was numb and painful.

All she could see was a blurred red, “Lucian, is that you?”

“Mm.”

Allison closed her eyes when she heard the man’s affirmative response.

“Allison…”

“Allison!”