Chapter 74: Chapter 74: I’m Sorry, I Was Late
Ivana Monroe was not afraid, but instead showed him a tempting, beautiful smile.
"Beautiful prey, how do you want to play?"
Ugly was entranced by Ivana’s seduction, his body tingled, blood surged, he anticipated greatly; she was the most interesting prey among all he had.
"Let go of my hands..."
Ugly’s expression froze for a moment, he looked at her horribly: "Cunning prey, want me to free you so you can escape? I’m not as stupid as you think."
"Escape? Hahaha..." Ivana suddenly burst into laughter.
"Little prey, what are you laughing at?" Ugly was very displeased.
"I’m laughing at you, Ugly! So cowardly, this is your territory, and I’m just a frail woman, no match for a big strong guy like you!"
"Ugly, are you afraid that if you let me go, I will turn things around and kill you instead? If you’re such a coward, you will never reach the climax peak of this torture game."
Ugly’s live stream was flooded with comments, all were blood-red, excited, supporting Ivana.
"This game is too interesting, Ugly, you have to do as the beautiful prey says."
"Ugly, don’t be chicken, let her go, and have a fierce fight."
"We strongly demand Ugly release the beautiful prey, if Ugly doesn’t do as we say, our next target will be Ugly."
"Yes, Ugly, I’ve located your address now, I order you to release her immediately, or I’ll publicly release your address to everyone and have them hunt you down."
Ugly followed Ivana’s gaze filled with laughter, looking at the comments flooding across the computer screen, he trembled violently; he took pleasure in killing, but only killing others, watching others suffer where he got so-called joy.
But such a thing absolutely cannot happen to him; he doesn’t want to endure the pain of being hunted.
Ugly knew those people were just like him, bloodthirsty and cruel, they would do what they say.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and cut the rope tying Ivana’s hands.
Ivana sat up on the operating table, seeing Ugly holding a scalpel, she rubbed her aching wrist and laughed: "Ugly, you have a scalpel as a weapon, shouldn’t you give me one too?"
"Prey has no right to ask for a scalpel." Ugly grinned viciously, his big red mouth terrifying, directing the scalpel towards Ivana’s neck.
Ivana’s face turned pale in an instant, she fell onto the operating bed, quickly turned over and rolled off, her waist bumped into the railing, she groaned, and when she fell onto the hard icy tiles below the bed, she disregarded the pain, knelt on the ground and forcefully pushed the operating table forward.
The operating table hit Ugly’s stomach, he growled in pain: "Damn woman, I’m going to kill you."
Ivana frantically looked around, trying to find something, seeing a baseball bat by the corner of the wall on the right, she let go of the operating table and turned to grab it.
Ivana’s hand holding the baseball bat trembled uncontrollably, she firmly gripped it, clenching her teeth, stood up abruptly, and aimed the bat fiercely at Ugly’s head.
"Ouch~"
Ugly screamed miserably in pain, as he touched his head, blood stained his entire white palm.
Ugly trembled with anger, hearing Ivana’s footsteps running away, he grasped the scalpel and chased after: "Woman, stop, you can’t escape, you’re just in your death struggle."
Ivana ran out of Ugly’s room and only then realized she was on the top floor, the hot wind wildly blew against her, on her face, yet Ivana felt no warmth, rather like she was plunged into an icy cellar.
"Woman, run again! I told you, you can’t escape, unless you jump off this eighteenth-floor rooftop."
"You don’t dare jump? That blow of yours enraged me thoroughly, I won’t let you die easily, I will cut your flesh from your feet piece by piece, let you watch your own legs turn into bare bones, dying slowly in fear and pain."
Ivana’s heart sank to the lowest point, she was extremely afraid but still pretended to be calm, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke: "You psychotic killer, are you so sure I’ll die at your hands? Rather than I killing you?"
"Woman, you can’t even hold onto the bat properly now, still want to kill me? Hahaha..." Ugly laughed rampantly, suddenly lunging towards Ivana viciously.
Ivana was terrified, swung the baseball bat towards Ugly, but it was grabbed by Ugly who was well-prepared for this, pulled it forcefully, causing Ivana to fall to the ground by momentum.
Ugly’s foot stepped on Ivana’s back, lamenting: "Can’t live stream, what a pity."
Ivana felt back pain, but it was insignificant compared to her current fear; she thought she was completely finished, this terrifying killer would not let her go.
Ivana desperately closed her eyes, tears flowed from the corners, she suddenly thought of Timmy, Timmy was still so young and needed her care and upbringing, she couldn’t die.
There was also her grandpa lying in the sick bed, if she died, Jean Shaw and Michelle Monroe, that vicious mother and daughter, they would rejoice wildly, their next target would be grandpa.
Ugly bent down, used the scalpel to cut open Ivana’s back clothes, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Suddenly, a tall figure rushed to the rooftop, seeing Ugly stepping on Ivana, holding a scalpel ready to harm her.
The man rushed over, a fierce iron fist slammed into Ugly’s face.
Ugly’s grotesque ugly face was hit and deformed, his mouth spat out broken teeth mixed with blood, his head tilted to the ground, but the man’s fist did not spare him.
Leon Keane’s knee pressured on Ugly’s chest, tightening hard, his fists like hailstorm pounded on Ugly’s face.
"Help...help me!" Ugly couldn’t resist anymore under the brutal beatings.
Ivana opened her eyes, seeing Ugly being beaten by Leon Keane on the ground, she could hardly believe it, until she heard the sirens from below and suddenly woke up, tears of relief rolled from her eyes,
It was really Leon Keane who came, she was saved.
"President Kane, stop, if you keep hitting he’ll die." Derrick Stern rushed to the rooftop, witnessing his boss’s violent act.
Ugly’s face had been beaten into a swollen pig’s head, blood streaming from his mouth.
Leon Keane had no intention of ceasing the beating.
"President Kane, hit him later, check on Ivana first." Derrick Stern had no choice but to pull Ivana out.
Indeed.
Upon hearing "Ivana", Leon Keane stopped his hand, turned and embraced Ivana from the ground, seeing a cut scar on her snow-white back; though the wound wasn’t deep, Leon Keane’s heart continued to tremble.
"I’m sorry, I was late." He kissed her hair, his deep voice slightly trembling.