Chapter 197
Derek's actions seemed to be a conditioned reflex, he quickly pulled her into his chest, the entire bottle of liquid was thrown straight onto his back, and his shirt quickly smoked.
"Hmm..."
Burning pain shot through his body, Derek was in so much pain that his face turned white, his arms still holding Bertha tightly to his chest.
"Mistress, that's acid."
Tommy shouted in fear.
This statement was like a bomb that made everyone dancing enthusiastically on the dance floor scream and run away.
The whole scene suddenly became chaos.
The man who threw acid also took the opportunity to run away.
Bertha was angry. "Tyrone, Casey, quickly go after him. We must catch him."
Having finished speaking, she quickly observed Derek's situation, and she quickly took off his shirt.
Originally, Derek had just caught a cold yesterday, but his resistance was still weak. In the afternoon, he had just taken two cold pills and had to do housework, his physical strength was exhausted.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand. He put his chin on Bertha's shoulder and gently hugged her waist, his forehead was covered in sweat, so he let Bertha take off his shirt.
Luckily, the liquid only seeped into his shirt, his back was seeped by the acid and revealed a large, bright red piece of flesh.
But… it hurts.
He was glad that he was the one injured, if Bertha had been attacked with acid, he would have been heartbroken to death.
The pain made him blink his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tip of his nose gently smelled Bertha's hair, he tried to stay awake.
His eyes suddenly focused on Archie, who had been standing behind Bertha, but Derek couldn't see him anymore.
He quickly turned his gaze to Liam.
Liam understood what Derek meant, he quietly went to find Archie.
Calista stood on the dance floor and was pushed by everyone, almost making her fall. She hurriedly ran to find Bertha. As soon as she saw the bloody wound on Derek's back, she was so scared that her face turned white.
"Sister Bertha, what happened? Why is he injured like this?"
Bertha did not explain. "It's chaos here, I can't protect you, go find your brother."
Having finished speaking, she told Tommy to open the car door, and Donald carried Derek on his back.
When Donald came over, Derek refused to be carried. His black eyes were weak but strong. He bit his lip and said. "Bertha, I don't want to. I'll go out myself."
Bertha understood she took off Donald's shirt to cover the acid-corroded flesh and blood stains on Derek's back, and then she threw Derek's shirt for Donald to hold.
Donald felt his body was cold, he felt a bit awkward.
It wasn't until Bertha called him that Donald quickly took on the responsibility of helping Derek out of the bar.
Tyrone and Casey chased after him very quickly. Before the other man could leave the bar, he was captured by Tyrone and Casey.
Bertha was about to get in the car. She opened the car door and thought about the man who had been arrested in the bar. Then she looked at Derek. He was so hurt that he fainted. She hesitated a bit.
In the end, she didn't get into the car, she gave instructions to Tommy and Donald. "Drive to the nearest hospital to treat his injuries."
Tommy asked. "Mistress, what about you?"
"I'll come later."
She closed the car door, her eyes became cold, and her murderous intent surged.
Returning to the Color bar, first thing, she went to the reception desk and threw a diamond card on the table.
"I want to rent this place, I will bear all costs, if any property is damaged I will compensate."
The receptionist was frightened by Bertha's sharp eyes. She lowered her head to look at the diamond card. She had seen this type of card before on TV. She did not expect that this time, she would see it with her own eyes, so she quickly called her boss to report this.
The other end of the line quickly picked up the phone.
The man was forced to kneel on the dance floor by Tyrone and Casey. He kept struggling and screaming.
Bertha walked up to them, took the wine bottle next to her, and threw it on the ground, the wine bottle shattered and made a deafening sound.
After seeing in the woman's hand a broken piece of a wine bottle moving towards him angrily, the man immediately became weak.
"What do you want to do?"
A pitiful sound rang out.
The man's face was cut by a broken wine bottle and blood flowed out. Anyone who saw this scene was frightened.
Bertha's eyes were still cold and cruel. She placed the sharp piece of the wine bottle on the man's neck and asked coldly. "Who sent you here?"
If there wasn't a pre-conspiracy, no one would have brought acid to the bar.
The other man restrained his pain, he didn't say a word.
Bertha's face was expressionless, she looked toward the other person's right hand. "Just now, you used this hand to throw acid on me, right?"
Tyrone understood, and he immediately forced the other man to lie close to the ground, he aggressively stepped on his leather shoe in the other man's face, and then Tyrone pressed his right hand to the ground.
Bertha slowly squatted down, her eyes cold, she pierced the other man's finger from the broken wine bottle.
His scream rang out pitifully.
The bar staff were scared and shaking, they stood together.
Bertha looked innocent, her voice cold. "It's okay if you don't talk. I won't kill you. I have many ways to torture you until you open your mouth."
As soon as she finished speaking, she used force and stabbed the glass shard into the other man's finger, then she also stabbed him once on the back of his hand.
The other person was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and many times he almost fainted.
"Next is your left hand. If you don't say it, your right and left legs will have the same result."
The other man was forced to show his left hand.
A trace of defiance flashed in Bertha's eyes. She was just about to stab the skin of her opponent's hand when someone grabbed her hand from behind.
She turned her head, her eyes glaring at that person angrily.
Discovered that the person blocking her was Bruno.
His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, Bruno's expression was serious and cautious. “Bertha, with this, you can't use private punishment. If you are here, let me take him back to the Police Department for questioning.”