Several people tried to fight back, but they couldn''t evenst a minute. The hall quickly filled with their agonizing screams. "Mercy! Mercy!"


    The greasy guy leading them was pinned to the ground, desperately lifting his head, only to see Colby standing over him. His face turned as white as a sheet. "Colby... Colby, please, have mercy!"


    Colby pressed his leather boot against the greasy guy''s face and looked around coldly. "You from the West Dock?"


    "Yes, yes, it''s me! Have mercy, Colby!"


    "And that hand-did it touch my wife?"


    "Wife?"


    The greasy guy''s face contorted in terror as he realized the woman he had harassed was Mrs. Costello. Quickly, he noticed Colby holding Sophie, the woman he had just tried to hit on. "No, no! I didn''t get the chance to..."


    Before he could finish, a menacing re from Colby made him shut up.


    Colby, in a calm voice, ordered, "Take him away and p him until he can''t speak."


    "Yes, sir!"


    His men quickly dragged the greasy guy away.


    Sophie pointed at the blonde who had reached out to Sandy earlier. "Bring him over. Let Ms. Sandy deal with him."


    "Yes!"


    Colby''s men promptly brought the blonde man to Sandy. He trembled all over when he saw her.


    Sophie grinned at Sandy. "Ms. Sandy, didn''t you say you wanted to chop off his hand? Here''s a knife, just for you."


    Seeing the dagger Sophie had, Angelo panicked. "You had a knife! Why didn''t you pull it out earlier?" Sophie shot back, "If I''d pulled it out earlier, could Mr. Costello have taken on ten guys by himself?" "...Taking on ten is indeed a bit of a stretch."


    But at least we wouldn''t have looked so weak in front of these lowlifes!


    "Ms. Sandy, the knife is ready. However you want to handle this, go ahead."


    Seeing the knife in Sophie''s hand,


    not aesitated. She was angry betThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    not actually ready to chop


    someone''s hand.


    "I, I don''t really want to see blood. Maybe you guys should do it."


    Sandy hemmed and hawed.


    Sophie knew Sandy didn''t have the guts. She signaled to Colby''s men, and the blonde guy was quickly taken away. "Alright, Ms. Sandy, what brings you here sote at night?"


    Faced with Sophie''s question, Sandy turned to Angelo. "Isn''t it because my brother sneaked out in the middle of the night? I just wanted to see where he was going, so D followed him."


    "What?! You followed me?"


    Angelo''s eyes widened. "How did you follow me?"


    "GPS. I installed it in your car. It even has a live recording feature.


    Impressive, right?" Sandy boa.neys


    looking smug.


    Angelo felt like pping his forehead. "GPS? And live recording? I''m not your boyfriend; why are you spying on me!"


    Sandy blurted out, "You sneaking around to Devonport-there''s got to be something up. I was just curious!"


    Sophie immediatelytched onto that. "Oh? Mr. Costello came to Devonport on the sly?"


    "I..."


    Seeing Sophie''s suspicious look, Angelo started sweating buckets.


    James! Save me! I can''t hold on!


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