Chapter 261 - The Evil Hands

"Are you trying to frame us up?" Christy was fearless, grabbing his collar. "Take us out now. If we get caught, you won't be able to walk away from it!"

Her retort reminded the organizer of the situation, and he immediately rushed out, followed by those men, who caught him like headless chickens, railing against him. "Damn it! You dare to set us up?"

Someone even came over and punched the organizer. "If I get caught, you're dead meat!"

These people might be respected with their social status, and their reputation would be damaged and their promising career would be ruined if they got caught because of this.

Therefore, many of them rushed to the organizer when he came out. As he struggled, the organizer's mask fell off, revealing a pockmarked face. Everyone tried to strangle him, wishing to kill him.

At the sound of the sirens, the six bodyguards started to take the thirty girls outside. The dozen men guarding the door rushed in, each of them dragged two girls out.

In the blink of an eye, only the organizer was left in the auditorium. Badly beaten up, he curled up on the ground and shouted, "It's not me! Listen to me. Don't panic. Follow me. We'll talk after we get to a safe place."

The people shouted, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

At the back door to the backstage area of the auditorium, there was a storage room, where some old junk was piled up there. After the organizer led the people in, he closed the door and said, "Hush. Don't make a sound."

In the darkness, more than thirty people quietly squatted in the corner. As the footsteps approached, someone shone a flashlight. The beam swiftly flashed across the flustered faces of the men through the wooden door to the storage room.

Someone said, "Where did the thief go?"

Another man said impatiently, "Are you sure he came here?"

"I don't know."

"Then why do you come here?"

"To try our luck. It's not easy for us to go out on such a cold day. We can get a bonus this year if we catch a thief with a criminal record."

"Come on. I just want to stay in the car and enjoy the heating in this damn weather." The man yawned and said, "I'm going back. You go ahead."

"Forget it. This place is eerie. I'm going back too."

When the sound of footsteps died away, everyone in the storage room quietly let out a sigh of relief. They were scared out of their wits. They had thought that they were betrayed by the organizer. However, it turned out to be two cops on patrol.

The organizer realized that he had misunderstood Christy. Moreover, he had been wrongly beaten up. Once the cops left, he hissed, "I make money from you, so I can't possibly report you to the cops. Damn you. If you think about it, you'll find it unlikely."

Even though it was a false alarm, the people had lost their mood. They seemed to be frightened. During the long time when they hid in the darkness, they imagined the distain in the eyes of their neighbors, relatives and friends after their reputation was damaged.

However, some bold people asked the organizer anxiously once the cops left, "The cops came before we started. We can't continue tonight. You took the money. What are you going to do?"

"I know. Don't worry. I won't pocket your money. However, it's too risky now. You have to wait for a while." The organizer wouldn't give them back the money.

Someone said, "What if you change your mind? You should return the money to us."

Someone echoed, "That's right. I think it's too dangerous. What if we get nothing after we pay and get caught by the cops in the end? Who will bear the responsibility then?"

"I promise that the place we choose next time will be very safe." The organizer extended his hand and earnestly assured them. However, no one could see his expression in the dark. Many people bottled it after they got frightened by the sirens.

They waited for five minutes, and no one appeared again. The organizer opened the door and said, "Come on. Let's go out. It's safe now."

The people scattered away. Noah walked at the back and leisurely lit a cigarette. He took a slow puff and put his arm on the organizer's shoulder. "Did you take my woman to your room for a drink just now?"

The organizer's legs gave way when he looked at Noah's gloomy eyes, but he explained with feigned composure, "There is heating in the room."

Noah paused, as if he understood. "Oh, I see."

The organizer had attempted to hit on Christy, but now he didn't even dare to glance at her.

Noah seemed to remember something and asked, "Do you have any clean ones? Any virgins that you have just got?"

The organizer extended his index finger and thumb, rubbing them. "Yes, but the price..."

"Money is not an issue." Noah puffed the smoke at the organizer's face. "Call me once you have any fresh girls. I don't lack money."

The organizer could tell that Noah was the richest man among these people. He was handsome, and the woman beside him was a stunning beauty. One could imagine how wealthy he was.

Of course, this special hobby couldn't be discovered by others. Normally, rich men tended to keep a few young girls in their private villas, so no one would find out. If anyone saw the girls, he would just cook up an explanation that they were his nieces. In short, no faults would be found in any investigations.

Noah's words disarmed the organizer, who gave a lubricious smile and said, "Don't worry. I'll call you when I have new girls."

Noah merely said, "Okay", and tossed the cigarette butt into the organizer's palm like a king.

Rich men liked to treat people like servants. The organizer cared for nothing but money, so he sucked up to Noah, who was wealthy. After he saw Noah off, he happily picked up the cigarette butt and looked at it.

'Damn it. He is indeed a rich man, and he smokes costly cigarettes.' He greedily sniffed the smell of the cigarette, a satisfied and vulgar smile appearing on his swollen and bruised face.

He though he was going to make a fortune from this wealthy man.