Chapter 127 The Prelude to the Downfall of the Turner Family
William was shocked by the scene before him, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.
Mary, with her hands tied to the headboard, was groaning in discomfort. Her face bore faint slap marks, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Another man was eagerly trying to strip off his clothes, ready to pounce on Mary lying on the bed.
Consumed by fury, William charged forward and kicked the guy with the small dreadlocks in the waist and abdomen.
The guy with the small dreadlocks was sent flying by William's kick, crashing into the bedside table. His head made a heavy impact on the table, instantly causing a bloody wound. He let out a few miserable screams.
The other three men, seeing William burst in, were momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. They pulled out baseball bats and small knives from under the bed.
They had been waiting for William.
This was a trap, a trap to lure William in.
Mary, tied to the bed with her legs twisted like a pretzel, bit her red lips until they bled. Her eyes were filled with tears as she struggled to stay conscious. Seeing William being surrounded and beaten by the three men, she shouted with difficulty, "William, run, run away!"
Even at this moment, Mary was still concerned about William's situation.
But within a minute, William, with left hooks and right kicks, disarmed the three men and knocked them all to the ground.
Grabbing a baseball bat from one of them, William swung it at the man's head.
Blood splattered, and the man, clutching his bloody head, fell to the ground. He curled up and cried out in pain there.
The other two men struggled to get up from the ground, looked at each other, and charged at William with a shout.
But within less than half a minute, William had dealt with them.
The two figures were sent flying, twitching a few times. Their fate was unknown.
Then, William walked step by step to the guy with the small dreadlocks by the bedside table. His eyes, cold and piercing, were fixed on the guy who was lying on the ground, clutching his head and groaning.
He kicked the guy hard in the chest, and even the sound of ribs breaking could be heard.
With a scream, the guy with the small dreadlocks lost consciousness.
"William," Mary weakly called out, her body burning with heat. She bit her red lips tightly, unable to suppress a groan.
William suddenly came to his senses and dropped the blood-stained baseball bat. His bloodshot eyes slowly cleared, and he untied Mary from the bed hurriedly.
But the next second, Mary could no longer control herself. She pounced on William ferociously, jumping into his arms and clinging to him like an octopus.
At this moment, Alan rushed in with his men. Upon seeing this scene, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Drag them out!" William roared.
Alan quickly had his men drag the four people on the ground out and then closed the door.
At the door, Alan personally stood guard.
Two rows of men in black suits lined up neatly on either side of the door.
Thirty feet from the door.
"Cover your ears," Alan ordered.
Everyone covered their ears.
This scene naturally shocked the young couples who had come to the hotel. Many who wanted to pass by were all driven away.
Inside the room, it was very wild and savage.
Mary was stumbling, she pressed William down hard, with her wavy hair cascading down.
William was completely stunned. Mary's wild side was surprisingly sexy.
William said nothing, the two adults understood each other without words.
Wade's drug was a good excuse.
The two entangled, embracing each other.
Meanwhile, Wade was still enjoying himself in the bar.
He was extremely happy about teaching Mary a lesson.
And William, he figured, must be getting beaten up pretty badly by now.
Wade picked up his phone and called the guy with the small dreadlocks, but no one answered.
Wade's mouth curled into a shameless smile, muttering, "Looks like things are going smoothly. Didn't expect Mary to be such a little slut. It's been so long still not over."
Thinking this, Wade flirted with the beauty beside him.
But at this moment, the private room door was violently kicked open.
Four burly men in black suits stormed in.
Craig coldly glanced at Wade, who was indulging himself on the sofa, and shouted, "Wade!"
Wade turned around abruptly. Seeing someone break in, he immediately flew into a rage. He stood up, pointed his finger, and arrogantly yelled, "Who the hell are you? Get out! Can't you see I'm busy?"
In the Turner family, Wade was used to being arrogant and domineering.
Craig sneered and threw a heavy punch.
It seemed like his nose bone broke.
Wade fell backward, blood spurting from his nose and his head buzzing.
"How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am? I'm Wade, Wade Turner. My grandfather is Roy. My father is Andy. You're finished." Wade clutched his nose, his eyes filled with rage as he screamed.
"I don't care who your father or grandfather is, we're here for you," Craig shouted coldly, waving his hand. Two of his men immediately restrained Wade.
Wade struggled and screamed, "Let go of me. I'm from the Turner family. My dad knows Alan. He even congratulated my grandfather on his birthday. If you dare to catch me, you're courting death."
Craig was annoyed so he slapped him hard.
Instantly, Wade quieted down.
Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Mary was very satisfied with her face flushed, lying in William's arms.
Mary lay there, staring blankly.
William's hand ran through her hair as he whispered, "Does it hurt?"
Mary shivered involuntarily, pouted, and rolled her eyes at him, "You were too rough just now."
William smiled awkwardly, "It's been a while since we did this. I couldn't hold back."
William shrugged. Looking at her beautiful back, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
William kept putting his hands on Mary. Mary slapped them away several times and scolded, "Enough, let's lie down for a while. I still need to go back to the office."
William said, "Don't go back to work. Go and spend time with Sarah."
"And you?" Mary asked, looking up.
The scenes of William rushing in earlier were still flashing in Mary's mind.
She hadn't dared to ask.
"I have some things to deal with. You go first, Sarah will have surgery tomorrow." William's tone suddenly turned cold, a chill flashing in his eyes.
Mary sensed it, looked at William, thought for a moment, and said, "Be careful. Don't cause trouble."
William gently kissed Mary's forehead, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
"By the way, William, why were you so good at fighting just now? Why didn't you tell me before that you could do that?"
Mary suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "I'm finding it harder and harder to understand you. Are your parents really just running a restaurant?"
William's fighting moves earlier were just like in the movies, which were so impressive.
What should he do?
Mary was getting suspicious. Should he tell her?
"Mary, if I told you that actually my family..." William frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he was ready to explain.
But just as he was about to explain, Mary punched him in the chest with a blush and pouted, "You're so annoying."
Then, Mary got up and picked up the clothes on the floor. She found that her shirt was torn. Helplessly, she hugged her arms and looked at William.
William said, "Don't worry. Someone will bring you a new set in a moment."
William took a deep breath and got up. After dressing and freshening up, he said goodbye to Mary before leaving the suite.
At the door, Alan and the others stood respectfully.
Seeing William come out, they finally uncovered their ears.
"Mr. Jones, the person has been restrained. Awaiting your orders," Alan said respectfully.
William nodded, "Have someone bring a new set of clothes inside."
With that, William left the hotel with Alan and the others, got into Alan's Maybach at the entrance, and headed straight for the stadium.
In the car, William's eyes were cold and his chest was filled with anger.
'Wade, just wait and see. I've told you. You'll pay the most painful price for what you have done,' thought William.
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