Chapter 173
He chuckled, looked around with cold eyes, and looked at the man lying on the ground: "Say, what the hell is going on!"
The cold voice seemed to come from hell, scaring the men on the ground back and forth.
"I..." He looked around for Darcy in a panic, but he didn't even see her shadow, and now he couldn't find someone to verify it.
This man is not easy to mess with at first glance, so they must find a way to get out.
The man turned his heart back, pointed at Alena, pushed all the blame on her, and said: "It's her, that woman seduced us!"
Alena widened her eyes in disbelief: "You are talking nonsense, it's obviously you..."
"Enough!" Waylon exclaimed, "Don't you think you are not embarrassed enough?"
He turned his head and looked at Yves behind him, pursing his lips: "These people will be handled by you."
Of course, Yves will not refuse: "Well, don't worry, I know what to do."
"Yeah." Waylon nodded, pulling Alena and leaving.
Staying here for a second, the anger in his heart becomes stronger.
It was not until she was squeezed into the car that Alena could finally breathe. She turned her head and looked at the tight-looking man beside her, biting her lip and said: "It's really not what you think it is. Those people are all nonsense!"
Waylon didn't speak, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and stepping on the accelerator pedal to the end, the car rushed out like an arrow from the bow.
The speed of the car was too fast, and the bitter wind came in. Alena was blown into a panic. She said anxiously: "Waylon, stop! This is too dangerous!"
The car turned left and right on the road, overtaking all the way, and almost hit the car in front of it several times.
Waylon looked like he hadn't seen it, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were raised.
"Waylon, are you crazy?"
Hearing this, the man slammed on the brakes, and Alena leaned forward due to inertia and almost hit the windshield.
Waylon gritted his teeth and glared at her, with dark blood in his eyes: "You're right, I'm crazy, I'm going crazy because of you!"
Alena also became angry, he was in a bad mood, she could understand, but what does it mean to slander her without asking why?
"I have already told you that this matter is not what you think it is. If you find that you think so, I have nothing to say." She released her hand and opened the door to get out of the car.
Waylon stared at her back firmly: "If you go down now, then don't come back again!"
Alena's movements stopped, and a desolation flashed in her heart, and she left without looking back.
"Damn it!" Waylon slapped the steering wheel fiercely, his anger stuck in his chest, and he was in the center of the storm.
On the other side, after Waylon and Alena left, Darcy, who was hiding in the dark, also walked out.
The men immediately surrounded her: "Miss, you didn't say that we would be beaten beforehand. Look at some of our brothers who were beaten!"
Darcy frowned: "Okay, do you think money is so profitable?"
She drew a stack of red tickets from her bag and squinted her eyes to warn: "I can tell you that if you take the money, you will shut your mouth tightly. If you let the man know that you lied to him, you may not be able to bear it!"
Those men weren't fuel-efficient lamps either, they had long been unwilling to do such actions, and originally planned to take the opportunity to blackmail a girl.
Several people glanced at each other, and laughed at the head of the crowd: "Okay, we counted our brothers away today!"
After he said, he snatched the money from Darcy, yelled, and led everyone away.
Until this time, Yves slowly said, "See you? As long as you do as I say, you will never be disappointed!"
Darcy felt a burst of joy when she thought of the expression on Waylon's face when he left just now.
After this incident, Alena's impression of Waylon's heart would be greatly reduced, as long as he think of it, he will feel uncomfortable like he has a needle in his heart.
They were secretly proud, but Alena, who left with anger, was terribly uncomfortable.
She was terribly scared after experiencing this kind of thing. Not only did Waylon not comfort her, but instead he scolded her!
She walked silently on the side of the road, angrily kicking the stones at her feet: "Damn Waylon, why do you who talk like this? What makes me shameless? Obviously, I am the victim!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she was, tears streaming down uncontrollably, the grievances and sadness in her heart pulled back and forth, the more she cried, the sadder she became.
In the end, Alena could hardly stand, she slowly squatted down, hugged herself tightly.
She was really scared just now, she almost really thought that she would fall into the hands of those people.
She even thought that she would die with those hooligans.
After finally looking forward to Waylon, he indiscriminately scolded her, and he said it so badly.
The tears wet the clothes, and when the wind blew a little bit of chill, Alena realized how embarrassing she was now, and at the same time, she felt the strange gaze cast by her surroundings.
She quickly stood up, planning to find a clothing store to change to a clean dress, but when she entered the store, she found that she didn't have a penny on her body. The phone and bag were dropped in the bar, and she didn't have the courage to go back.
With the inquiring gaze of the shopping guide, Alena stepped out embarrassingly, she pressed against the cold wall to minimize her sense of existence.
The sun has gradually set, it is the peak of people who went off from work, and the pedestrians on the road are like weaving, there is no place for her to shelter.
She wanted to cry again.
Alena sniffed unconvincingly, resisting her tears and refused to stay.
Men are really big trotters, and Waylon is no exception.
He usually speaks so nicely, and when it comes to critical moments, he still don't believe her.
Until that time, Alena finally realized that she was actually more concerned about Waylon's attitude than the shocking scene in the bar just now.
His distrust and insults made her feel uncomfortable and made her feel cold.
As night gradually approached, Alena shrank in the corner alone, her tears no longer flowed, only numb pain was left.
She lost her phone, and she don't know if Waylon regrets it, but he probably won't come out to look for her.
Thinking about this, the disappointment in her heart grew even more.
Pedestrians are gradually decreasing, that time, she should be eaten at home, Alena's legs were sore and in pain, she stands up with difficulty, and walks forward.