Hot Pot Is Not Delicious

With two strong kicks, blood oozed from the corner of Stephen's mouth. He covered his belly and rolled on the ground in pain. "Wait... and see." "Wait and see? Do you know who I am?" Abdi squatted down on one knee, picked up his collar, and whispered in his ear, "I'm Abdi." Stephen's entire body froze on the spot. His eyes, which were not big, were widened and full of horror. "Abdi?" Before he could react, Abdi had already stood up again. Bang! Another kick. "Ah!" This kick seemed to be more fierce than the previous ones. Stephen directly let out a howl. Orva was so scared that she trembled. She hid behind me and closed her eyes. I was actually also very shocked. I didn't expect that the skinny and weak Abdi would attack so viciously. His kicks were fierce. Abdi took out a handkerchief, bent down and carefully wiped his shiny leather shoes. He threw it casually, and the handkerchief was thrown to Stephen's face. "Go back and tell Perry that she'd better run her gallery properly. If she causes trouble again, I will let her go to Star City and experience what a real Queen of Night is." My two brothers really liked to carry handkerchiefs with them. "Star City?" Stopping wailing, Stephen forced himself to kneel on the ground. "Mr. Smith, I know I was wrong. Mr. Smith, don't send my sister to Star City. Mr. Smith, I'll never do anything to force others in the future. I'm going to apologize to them now." With this, he stumbled to the side of my feet and kowtowed to me. "Dear ladies, I know I was wrong. Please spare me this time." I protected Orva and hid behind. "Perry's gallery is not supposed to exist. Big Brother, if you have the final say, just let them close the gallery." What was the point of keeping such a dangerous place? It was better to close it as soon as possible. At this time, the siren sounded. Two uniformed policemen walked over. "Who called the police?" "Sir, I!" I went over and told him the whole story. Of course, I ignored the part where Abdi hit people. The policeman frowned. He looked at Stephen, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked in disbelief, "Are you saying that he hit someone?" "Yes, yes!" I felt so guilty that I didn't dare to look straight at the police. Stephen knelt there, crying with snot and tears. His nose and mouth were bleeding. There were mottled bloodstains on the ground. However, Abdi and I were perfectly fine. Stephen glanced at me and said, "I accidentally fell down. Sir, I admit my guilt. I did hit someone. Please take me away." The two policemen looked at each other and said, "This case is handled quickly." "We're so lucky today, right? Let's go. What are you waiting for?" One of the strong policemen picked up Stephen, asked for my phone number, and left without looking back. I heaved a long sigh of relief and handed the suit to Abdi. "Thank you, big brother." Abdi looked at the suit in my hand with disgust, and the man next to him, who looked like an assistant, took it respectfully. "What did you call me?" Listening to his cold voice, I couldn't help but gasp. I combed my hair today, but didn't he know me again? Nobles tended to forget their own business. I didn't like such a big brother. "I'm asking you a question." Abdi took out a wet towel and wiped his hands carefully. It seemed that he liked to wipe his hands very much. I pursed my lips and said, "Brother, I'm Kelly." The air suddenly became so quiet. Of course, I could hear the sound of my heart beating. After an unknown period of time, Abdi finally came to his senses. "Are you Kelly?" After that, he took a look at my stall and asked, "Doesn't the Brown family treat you well? Do you need to come out and sell the cake?" I pouted and took a piece of egg yolk cake from the stall. "This is the egg yolk cake. Brother, would you like to try it?" I held the egg yolk in my hands and looked at him with longing in my eyes. Who would've thought that a pervert like him wouldn't take it? With a cold face, he continued to ask, "Did you recognize me the last time we met in the gallery?" My eyes flashed, and I said with a flattering smile, "Brother, why don't you have a try?" "Try?" Abdi didn't take it, but Abdi's assistant took it. "Miss Kelly, I'll keep it for Mr. Smith." "Oh." I knew that Abdi wouldn't eat. The ultimate fate of this egg juice was to go to the trash can. To be honest, it would be better to give it to a stray dog on the side of the road. At least the dog could wagg its tail at me. "You, come with me." Abdi finally wiped his noble hands, grabbed the clothes on my shoulders, and pulled me out. "Hey? What are you doing? Big brother, where are you taking me?" I wanted to struggle, but he was too strong. Even though I was always carried by Carroll, Carroll didn't use much Jason. He would always give me a chance to break free. Abdi was different. He used much Jason. "What do you think? I'll send you back to the Brown family." As soon as he finished speaking, I was stuffed into the black Bentley. "I'm not going." I wanted to get out of the car, but he tied me with the seat belt to the back seat. He buttoned his shirt and said, "Old Madame Brown went to the Smith family to ask for you, and the Gaicia clan called to ask for you. Kelly, you're really capable. You make the three big families in Costsley look for you every day." I said, "Er..." For a moment, I didn't know what to say. After all, I saw with my own eyes that Kendra was standing at the door of Peter's ward and swearing like a shrew. It was estimated that she would not say anything polite when she went to the Smith family. It was exciting to think about that scene. Seeing that I did not speak, Abdi continued, "Are you dumb?" "No, I'm listening to your lecture." My attitude was very good. It was not good for me to confront him head-on. I was afraid of being beaten. "Why don't you obediently go back to the Brown family? Isn't it good to live a rich life? You had to come out and cause trouble." Seeing that the car was driving faster and faster, I could only try to communicate with Abdi. "Brother, why don't you stop driving me home? If I go back, I will make Old Madame Brown angry every day..." "Are you reasonable?" Abdi interrupted me and waved his hand impatiently. "What's the benefit of fooling around outside? In the end, you'll end up like Orva." Wait a minute. I suddenly raised my head and looked into his sharp eyes. "Brother, do you know Orva?" "Ha." Abdi cleverly avoided my eyes. "I'm talking about you. Why are you in trouble everytime I see you? Do you like to make trouble?" I didn't say anything. I felt so wronged. I really wanted to tell him that I wasn't the one who took the initiative to cause trouble... Suddenly, there was a loud noise of the engine coming from behind. From far to near, the car soon arrived at the front of Abdi's car. Mr. Carroll? My eyes lit up. That car could not be more familiar. It was the cheapest car in Carroll's daily life. After the assistant saw the car in front of him clearly, he slowly parked the car on the side of the road and said, "Mr. Smith, it is Jason's car." "He use someone else's power to show off." Abdi sat there, motionless, and his face was so tense that it looked like he was going to eat someone.