Chapter 900 Better Beg Me
Ava hit the ground, shaking like a leaf, sweat pouring down her face, looking pale as a ghost.
"I got cash, loads of it! Just let me go, I'll pay whatever you want!" Ava blurted out, desperate.
Right now, staying alive was all that mattered.
One of the thugs crouched down, grabbed her face, and sneered, "Oh yeah? How much you got to make us walk away?"
"As much as you want!" Ava's eyes were wide, trembling, "I got stacks of cash, diamonds, gold bars, you name it, I got it!"
"You're a real generous hottie, right?" The thug pinched her cheek, then ripped open her collar, showing her underwear.
The goons laughed, "Wow, such a hot chick."
Ava screamed, her hands pinned to the ground, unable to move, she could only beg, "Please let me go, I'll give you money, you can get any woman you want!"
"What's the point of begging them?" Vincent's voice cut through, cool as ice, "These guys kill, rob, deal drugs, murder without a second thought. If they let you go, it'd be a miracle. No matter how much you beg, they'll gang-rape you and then bury you alive in the desert."
Ava was so desperate she could barely breathe, closing her eyes in pain.
A tall, commanding figure appeared, walking with a smooth, steady stride, his gaze sharp as an arrow, his presence radiating strength and authority.
His dark eyes were deep like the night sky, shining with an unmatched brilliance.
"So instead of begging them, you should beg me." His voice was magnetic, filled with a powerful aura, making everyone feel a jolt of energy.
Ava opened her eyes and finally saw Vincent approaching.
His features were chiseled, with sharp angles, like a piece of art, his high nose outlining a handsome profile.
His lips were red like petals, slightly upturned, always carrying a confident smile, exuding a sense of mystery and restrained power.
The thugs stared at Vincent, suddenly stunned.
Vincent's figure was like a towering mountain, standing out like a battle-hardened warrior, with broad, powerful shoulders, his presence like the roar of a thousand troops, exuding unmatched authority and awe!
Even though they outnumbered him, they didn't dare to underestimate Vincent, they knew his strength.
Ava snapped back to reality, clinging to this lifeline.
But they had numbers, and he was just one guy.
"If I save you, what's in it for me?" Vincent casually played with the ring on his pinky.
Before Ava could answer, the gang leader snarled, "Vincent, what crap are you spewing? You can't even save yourself, and you wanna save her?"
"I'm sorry," Vincent said slowly, "I got a soft spot for rich, beautiful women. I like having both money and beauty."
His calm voice made it seem like the situation was as simple as walking in the park, but in reality, he was already on the edge.
But the inherent authority in him showed no sign of fear, only a composed and unyielding aura.
"Vincent, let's see if you still want her after she dies." The gun was aimed directly at Ava's head, the finger on the trigger.
Ava trembled helplessly, closing her eyes in despair.
