Chapter 31 Bastard, I'm Going tTo Kill You!

"Bastard!" Elena was burning with anger. She raised her left hand to slap Hassan's face.
Hassan reacted quickly, tightly grabbing her left hand with his fierce eyes fixed on hers.
His large hand gripped her wrist like a pair of pliers, making it impossible for her to break free.
In the depths of his pitch-black pupils, there was a mocking smile. "Is that all you've got? Are you deliberately trying to seduce me again?"
His evil smile and blatant teasing once again stirred Elena's anger.
The scene of him violating her that night played in her mind like a movie.
'Bastard, I'm going to kill you!'
Elena swung her right hand with force again.
Hassan tried to block with his right arm, but it seemed that either he was too late, or perhaps too careless. He didn't expect Elena to have the courage to assassinate him.
A cold light flashed, and Hassan's arm felt a burning pain.
"Master." Nabil pulled out a gun and aimed it at Elena.
The knife that was meant to be plunged into Hassan's chest ended up in his arm instead. Blood seeped out from the torn sleeve, dripping onto the pristine white floor.
Elena trembled, loosening her grip and staring in horror at the fresh blood. She then slowly turned her gaze toward Hassan's face.
Hassan's handsome face was overshadowed with a dark cloud.
"Master, your wound." Nabil ran over, examining his injuries.
Immediately, two bodyguards rushed in from outside the door and took control of Elena, one on each side.
"Doctor! Immediately call Dr. White!" Nabil shouted loudly.
After a brief chaos in the hall, Dr. White arrived with medical instruments.
Hassan remained seated on the sofa, and Dr. White cut off his sleeve, forcefully pulling out the dagger.
Hassan furrowed his brows deeply, without uttering a single word.
"No bones were injured, Master." Dr. White whispered. The wound was not significant enough to require stitching, just some simple dressing.
Elena's heart was beating rapidly, and her mind was in disarray.
Originally, she brought the knife with her out of fear that he would violate her, as a means of self-defense.
But just now, she became angered by him and impulsively stabbed him.
As she slowly calmed down, a wave of trepidation washed over her.
He was a ruthless wolf without mercy, and she had somehow provoked him. What should she do now?
"Master, how should we handle this woman?" Nabil asked softly.
Hassan waved his hand dismissively. "You can all leave!"
"Yes!"
Dr. White glanced at Elena, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head and retreated with Nabil.
In the vast living room, only Hassan and Elena remained.
Silence, an unnatural silence, where the only sound left was the beating of their own hearts.
"Come here!" Hassan commanded in a low voice, and Elena walked nervously towards him.
Hassan picked up the bloody dagger from the table, teasingly saying, "You brought this dagger with you with the intention to kill me? How much hatred do you have towards me for you to act up like this?"
Elena tightly bit her lower lip, her hands twisted tightly together.
Hassan turned the dagger over and over, cynically laughing. "This thing is so cheap, did you buy it from a street stall? To think that I, Hassan, would be wounded by such a cheap blade; it's a disgrace! Oh, by the way, do you know what happened to the last person who attempted to assassinate me?"
There seemed to be an indelible ink in Hassan's eyes, pitch black and chilling.
Elena remained motionless, unable to utter a single word.
Hassan continued to laugh, seemingly amused by himself. "I had Nabil kill him, then I had his head severed and made into a mummy, and finally, I sent it to his family. Isn't that fun?"
Elena felt a surge of sickness in her stomach. Even though she had come into contact with many corpses at school, hearing him describe it so cruelly, she still felt a shiver and couldn't accept it.
Hassan suddenly wiped the smile off his face and pushed the handle of the knife back in front of Elena.
"Now, I'll give you another chance. Either you kill me, or I'll turn you into a dried-up corpse. It's up to you."
Placing the knife down, he sat up straight, his dark eyes staring at her with a sinister gaze.
"No, I don't want to... I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. I only came to beg you to let my sister go... I'll do anything if you let her go."
Elena finally softened. She wasn't foolish, she knew she couldn't fight him. Persisting in defiance would not only make it impossible to save her sister but also potentially cost her own life.
She stopped resisting, after all, she wasn't his match.
In the moment she surrendered, gunfire sounded in her ears. She turned her head and saw several black muzzles retreating.
She immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Thankfully, she hadn't impulsively taken the knife earlier, otherwise, her body would have been riddled with bullet holes by now.
Hassan suddenly laughed coldly. "Hahaha... You're smart, but let me make it clear, your sister's disappearance has nothing to do with me. The consequences are ones you brought upon yourself."
"What?" Elena exclaimed in shock.
"That photo not only caused trouble for the AF Group, but also a different black organization became involved and faced pursuit by the military. So, they shifted their anger onto your sister."
Hassan stated calmly.
Elena widened her eyes. Yes, why hadn't she thought of this?
In the photo taken at that time, there was a scene of a transaction, with one side being Hassan and the other side seemingly connected to the underworld.
No wonder her sister had disappeared.
"What... what will they do to my sister as revenge?"
Hassan shrugged. "Luckily, your sister is a woman. If it were a man, they'd probably have killed him already. Women can always bring in some benefits. Your sister's fate could go one of many ways. Either her body will be used by drug traffickers to transport drugs or her body will be used as a human bomb to attack the places terrorists want to hit. Oh, and of course, these scenarios would only come after her body has been used to its maximum value. Initially, her value would probably lie in being sent to a Japanese AV studio to shoot AV..."
Hassan spoke nonchalantly, his face full of mockery.
Meanwhile, Elena turned pale with fear, trembling all over, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
No, it can't be like this...
"Hassan, please, save my sister." Elena pleaded pitifully.
"Didn't you say the police would help you?"
Hassan calmly sipped his coffee, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Yes, I was wrong, I know. Once she's outside the country, the police have no authority. They can't do it, but you can. You must help me!"
Hassan's smile froze on his face for a moment, then he raised his chin. "You're right, I can indeed help you. But it will come at a great cost. However, why should I help you?" It's true, they had no personal connection, almost enemies even. What reason did he have to help her?
It was all because of that photo, she caused his company to suffer greatly, offended the pirates, and nearly cost him his life! Not holding her accountable was already a great favor!
However, besides him, what other options did she have?
"Hassan, I'll become your maid, I'll work for you for the rest of my life repay your kindness, how about that?"
"Be a maid? Are you kidding me! The maids here are all former special forces, just like Noura, who is also a former special forces and speaks seven languages. She has the title of a high-level butler. And you, what value do you have? Even if you serve as my maid for the rest of your life, I won't be able to recover the cost!"
"But..." Hassan's tone changed, and his gaze leisurely swept over her curves.