Chapter 667 Winona, Don't Cry
The place had clearly been abandoned for who knows how long. Dust flew up, covering her face as she fell. Her elbow hit the ground hard, and the weight of her body pressed down, sending a sharp pain shooting through her entire body.
Seeing Winona fall, Zachary lost control of his emotions, glaring furiously at the intruders. "Damn it! Don't touch her."
The veins on Zachary's neck bulged, his anger palpable. But he was tied up and couldn't do anything. Winona wasn't supposed to be part of his plan, but not only had she shown up at the party, she had been captured first.
What surprised him even more was that these people had targeted Winona, an outsider.
Zachary's hand struggled to reach a scar on his wrist that had only recently scabbed over.
Hearing his shout, filled with both anger and pain, Winona swallowed her cry of pain. Her disheveled hair covered her face, but through the strands, she focused on one of the men.
He was holding a phone, seemingly recording a video of her.
Zachary bit down hard, the taste of blood filling his mouth. His voice was hoarse. "I want to see Alton."
One of the two men, who was recording, turned around at his words. "We've already seen how tough Mr. Bailey is, so we're trying a different approach."
As he spoke, he grabbed Winona's wrist. "Ms. Sullivan, these hands of yours restore artifacts, right? I heard you've won awards. They must be very valuable."
Winona lowered her eyes, staying silent. They were just hands. If she lost them, she could always switch careers and become a businesswoman.
It was Zachary.
Using all his strength, he lunged at the man, chair and all. The man, focused on Winona's hands, hadn't considered Zachary, who was tied up and seemingly helpless.
The ropes were tied tightly, so tight that even a bull couldn't break free. But in a moment of carelessness, the man found himself pinned under Zachary.
Zachary, like a madman, slammed his head into the man's ear.
"Ah!"
A scream of agony erupted as the man clutched his ear, instinctively turning his face away from the danger. His features contorted in pain, blood seeping through his fingers and down his arm. "Shit!"
As he tried to push Zachary off, his nose took another brutal hit, causing blood to gush out, smearing his face.
This reckless fighting style was all about drawing hatred, hurting the enemy while hurting himself even more.
Zachary was eventually pulled away, still tied to the chair, unable to resist.
His forehead was injured, blood streaming down his eyebrows, seeping into his eyes. His already bloodshot eyes now looked even more menacing, like a demon from hell.
Winona, seeing the blood on his face, croaked, "Zachary."
Zachary didn't look at her. Instead, he provocatively lifted his chin at the bloodied man. "Screw you. Come on."
The man, already violent by nature, couldn't stand the provocation. He kicked Zachary hard in the stomach.
Zachary took the blow, unable to defend himself.
"Even if I beat you to death today, no one will know it was me. Mr. Bailey, right? The head of the Bailey family, right? The legendary figure who can shake the Dreamopolis business district with a stomp, right?"
With each question, he kicked Zachary again. "Today, I'm not just going to kill you. I'm going to violate your woman right in front of you. You're tied up, can't even move. What are you so proud of?"
"You rich bastards all deserve to die. Killing you is doing the world a favor."
Zachary's face was pale, gritting his teeth, enduring the blows in silence.
Winona wanted to speak up, wanted to charge at the man like Zachary did, but as soon as she moved, the man's gaze locked onto her, deep and intense.
He didn't say anything, but Winona understood. He was telling her not to cry, not to make a sound. Any reaction would only excite him more. The best way to deal with him was to give no response, making him lose interest over time.
She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to unclench her tightly gripped fingers.
Seeing that she understood, Zachary's lips curled slightly: Good girl.
The man, tired from beating Zachary, saw that he still remained silent. Frustrated, he raised his foot to kick again, but the man recording the video pulled him back. "That's enough. Any more and you'll kill him."
"He's tough as nails, like a rock in a latrine."
"Alton's methods were brutal, but he still fell to this guy. Your kicks are nothing more than a tickle," he glanced at Winona. "Watch and learn."
He grabbed Winona, making her sit up. "Ms. Sullivan, don't be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to show you something. You'll like it."
Winona didn't believe him for a second, but she kept silent, pressing her lips together.
The man brought over a tablet and played a video.
She saw a burly man with a blood-stained whip, blood dripping from it. "Damn, he's tough. My arm's gone numb."
Just hearing that, Zachary, who had been silent through the beating, suddenly shouted, "Don't look, Winona. Close your eyes, don't look."
He knew what the man was showing her. He struggled to move, trying to get to Winona, to cover her eyes and ears, to stop her from seeing the video.
But in his current state, without help, he couldn't even stand, let alone move to her side.
So he used all his strength, but it was futile. He couldn't move an inch.
Winona, hearing Zachary, instinctively tried to close her eyes, but she was a second too late. That second was enough for her to see the video.
Her mind went blank, her throat felt like it was burning, making it impossible to speak.
After a long moment, she finally managed to whisper a name, "Zachary."
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