Chapter 154 The Charming Lady
Herbert, trembling, pointed at Steven and said, "He... he dared to refused! Does he know how many people dream of taking a photo with me?"
Barry, while comforting Herbert, angrily scolded, "Where are you two from? Do you know where you are? Do you know the huge gap between our statuses?"
He continued saying, "Such a great opportunity is right in front of you, and you don't even cherish it. You deserve to be at the bottom forever!"
He was afraid Steven and Frank would run away because there wasn't much food left in their house.
So, as he spoke, he walked over and grabbed Steven's sleeve to stop him from leaving.
"I'm telling you, since you're here today, you must give us some food! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving!" Barry shouted hysterically.
Frank sighed, "This kid is done for."
Sure enough, Steven was annoyed by Barry's shrewish behavior.
He originally didn't want to cause trouble, but some people just like to ask for it, and he couldn't help it.
Steven didn't say a word. He just grabbed Barry's hair with one hand and pulled out a gun with the other.
When Barry opened his mouth to scream in pain, the gun was shoved into his mouth, aiming at his cheek.
A muffled gunshot rang out, and Herbert, standing nearby, froze for a moment before screaming in terror.
Half of Barry's face was blown open, his teeth shattered, and his tongue was half gone, his mouth full of blood.
From the side, it looked especially horrifying!
Barry lay on the ground, writhing in pain.
Steven said calmly, "Why be so foul-mouthed? You brought this on yourself."
After speaking, he glanced at Herbert.
Herbert's face was covered in thick foundation, making his already pale face even paler.
He hurriedly took a few steps back, crying and pleading, "Please, don't shoot! We can talk this out."
"As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want. Even if it's..." His face suddenly showed a look of shame, and he lightly bit his lip, "Even if you want me."
Steven was speechless. "Is this for real?"
Frank laughed. "This is common in the upper circles, nothing surprising."
"Too bad I'm not interested," Steven said indifferently.
Herbert shouted, "Whether you like men or women, as long as you say the word, I can get it for you!"
Steven could see that this idol star was just a useless person in the face of disaster, probably even less capable than an average person.
He pointed the gun at Herbert and said mockingly, "Sing your hit song for me. Sing it a hundred times, and I'll let you go."
"A hundred times?" Herbert hesitated for a moment but then slowly started. "Hey, hey, hey..."
Steven frowned. "What are you singing?"
Herbert looked aggrieved. "I'm singing my hit song! It's an award-winning piece!"
Steven sneered. "Trying to play tricks on me? You know which song I mean. Sing it!"
Frank, holding his stomach with laughter, said, "You not only have to sing but also dance and rap!"
Herbert's face darkened, and he shamefully adjusted his middle-parted hair.
"Because I'm so beautiful..."
Steven nodded in satisfaction. "It's still better to see the real person perform, don't you think?"
Frank agreed. "Absolutely, this feels just right! Not everyone can imitate it."
Steven kicked Herbert, making him turn around, and then said, "You have to dance a hundred times before you can stop, or I'll kill you!"
Herbert's body stiffened, and he danced even more vigorously.
Steven and Frank walked away.
However, the gunshot had echoed throughout the neighborhood, and Brock must have noticed.
But it didn't matter.
Brock already knew Steven had a gun, so hiding it was pointless.
It was better to be open about it, giving the impression that he was a reckless brute.
Any action that could make the enemy complacent was necessary.
The gunshot had alarmed many people in the neighborhood, and more and more people appeared at their windows, observing Steven and Frank.
But the two were wrapped up tightly, so no one could tell who they were.
To some, the two armed men were a huge threat.
But to some on the brink of despair, they were a beacon of hope.
In Villa 204, a voluptuous woman was leaning expectantly against the window, looking outside.
She was wearing a black cashmere robe, her fair skin as white as snow.
Her flawless face showed the results of countless high-end beauty products used daily.
Anyone living in a place like this was either extremely wealthy or a famous figure in the entertainment industry.
Nora Yoder saw Steven and Frank walk past her door, biting her pink lips and looking conflicted.
Since it was in the South, her villa had a fireplace installed, so the indoor temperature was much higher than outside.
But recently, the carbon crystals were almost gone, and her food had run out three days ago.
Nora was now so hungry she was dizzy. If she didn't get food and fuel soon, she feared she would freeze or starve to death in a few days.
Both ways were a huge torment, making her die slowly in endless despair.
But in this place, although her neighbors lived nearby, they had no interaction.
She had no way to borrow food.
Not to mention, given the uncertain snowstorm situation, who would lend her anything?
Nora had tried contacting some friends, but while they were fine talking about other things, they would immediately turn hostile when she mentioned borrowing supplies.
The coldness of human nature was evident.
But these two outsiders gave her a glimmer of hope.
They could brave the heavy snow and looked fit, indicating they had ample food and the ability to survive in extreme cold.
'It seems if I want to survive, I must try to contact them! No, I must survive!' she thought.
She looked at the mirror in the corner of the room.
The woman in the mirror was still stunningly beautiful.
As a top-tier actress, she had been the goddess in the hearts of countless men across the country.
She thought she could give it a try. After all, who could refuse a famous and incredibly beautiful actress?
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