In the Empire Hotel.

Kylie was woken up by the rapid ringtone.

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She patted her heart, which was beating fast, then answered the call. "Hi, who is it?" "Kylie," A middle-aged man's hoarse voice sounded, "are you asleep?"

Why does he suddenly call me?

"Dad?" Kylie was wide awake now and sat up from the sofa at once. "Not yet. What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say you want to help me get revenge last time? Are you still interested?" Michael smiled, putting out his feelers.

Kylie understood Michael was testing her loyalty to him because Ethan and his mates were taking action tonight.

After a few seconds of thinking, Kylie replied in a hurry, "Of course. What do you want me to do?"

"No. 2 warehouse, Sunset Port, now," Michael said, then hung up.

Kylie didn't have time to tell Stephen where she was going but grabbed her windbreaker to take a taxi to go there.

The warehouse was where Ken had forced her to catch snakes and forced Faith to eat grape skins.

Therefore, Kylie was very familiar with its surroundings, and she was able to find its gate within a short time.

Michael opened the roller shutter for her but didn't close it. He guided her, walking straight to the deep inside of the warehouse later.

"Dad, it's so late now. Why are you still up?" Kylie tried to talk with him walking ahead, checking the warehouse to see whether there were new changes.

There were still some small containers and waste piled up in the corner. It was still in a mess as before.

Since they arranged the meeting at Ken's warehouse, why is Ken absent?

Did he go to deliver the goods for Michael?

Kylie's sight fell on Michael.

It seemed he wasn't going to rest but just went back from the outside. Although the upper sides of his shoes were clean, the soles were stained with cement, which only appeared at the entrance to the dock.

"I must deal with something first before I go to bed." Michael smiled, then drew on a cigar.

"Have a smoke?" He handed the cigar to Kylie.

"Cigar? I don't like the taste." Kylie shook her hand.

However, Michael didn't move but stared straight at Kylie with an evil smile on the face.

Kylie knew she couldn't reject it, so she took it, then dragged on it. She forced herself not to cough and pretended that she enjoyed it with smoke coming out of her mouth at a slow pace.

"Dad, you do know how to enjoy your life." She raised her eyebrow, giving the cigar back to Michael.

Michael laughed out loud with satisfaction. He patted Kylie's shoulder. "Good girl! Let's go!"

This time, Michael walked apparently faster. When they arrived at the front of a door, he kicked it open with great force.

All of a sudden, an acrid fishy smell flew out.

Kylie pinched her nose at once. "What the hell! This place smells so terrible."

"Stinky?" Michael laughed, then pointed at the corner. "Not because your father doesn't want to keep it clean and tidy, but she poo and pee everywhere."

Kylie looked over, following the direction Michael pointed at. There was something creeping at the corner, and the acrid smell exactly came out from it.

Kylie held her breath, walking forward for a few steps.

It trembled in fear, weeping, and trying to squeeze into the corner to hide itself.

After staring at it for a long time with full attention, Kylie finally recognized what it was.

The prostitute!

The acrid smell came from her body, and there was a large stain on the skirt dumped behind her.

Kylie had no idea what Michael had done to the prostitute that made her incontinent.

When the prostitute noticed Kylie, her lips moved a little. It was obvious that she wanted to say something, but didn't dare say it because of Michael.

However, her eyes were full of fear and pleading.

Michael kicked without warning on the head of the prostitute. She snorted and hugged her head, curling up in the corner.

"Dad, isn't she my future step-mother? What has happened?" Kylie tried to pull the prostitute up. "What? Are you an SM lover?"

Michael suddenly stopped her when she just reached her arm out.

"She's an undercover agent!" Michael wore a cold face and raised his voice.

Hearing that, Kylie was alarmed.

Didn't Dinah say they're just following him, and won't take action? Are they exposed?

How come Michael found out the prostitute was sent by Ethan?

"Really? Are you sure?" Kylie gave the prostitute a side glance. "An undercover agent? Who dares do that to you? Didn't you just leave the jail?" Michael stared at Kylie's eyes for a long while, then pulled his lips. "You don't know that?"

"Should I?" Kylie seemed displeased like she was upset that Michael didn't believe her.

Michael pulled on the cigar, squinting at the stinky fishy liquid which was flowing out from the bottom of the prostitute's body, and sneered. He raised his hand all of a sudden, drawing a sharp dagger from the back of his waist.

"Tell me! Why did you scheme against me!" "Michael, please forgive me. I know I've made a terrible mistake. I promise I won't betray you again. Please..." The prostitute begged.

Michael stepped forward, then squatted before the prostitute. "Well, look at your beautiful eyes. What a shame if you lose them..." Saying that he grabbed the prostitute's neck, pressing her head against the wall, and the tip of the dagger slowly approached the prostitute's eyes.

The prostitute was so scared that she couldn't utter a word. She could only stare at the cold weapon that was constantly approaching her, and the stinky liquid flew out once more.

Kylie was nervous, clenching her fists in anger. She couldn't watch the prostitute being persecuted by Michael right before her eyes, but she didn't know what to do.

She looked sideways at the toolbox and planned to get a hammer out of it. If Michael didn't pay attention to her, she could knock on his head, and he might pass out.

Nonetheless, when she just moved a little, she heard the chaotic footsteps.

"Michael, I've brought enough men here!"

Michael's sidekicks arrived.

It seemed the prostitute knew something terrible was going to happen, and she screamed at short notice, "Help me, Kylie Finch! Help!"

Like a wild dog desperately trying to break free from the bondage, the prostitute struggled hard, but she failed to get rid of the iron chain tied around her waist.

Michael got up, then made an order in a cold voice, "Enjoy it, bros!"

The men standing behind Kylie got excited at once. They talked and laughed, walking toward the prostitute, taking off clothes on the way.

"Michael, thanks!"

When one of them walked by Kylie, he leered at her, then said, "Michael, this one isn't bad. Can't we..."

"F*ck off! This is my daughter!" Michael slapped across the man's face without hesitation.

The man covered his cheek, felt utterly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Michael. Please don't be mad at me." After that, he turned and ran to the prostitute, like he would miss some fun game if he was late.

The prostitute was caught by several men at the same time. Some of them even swore at her because she smelt so bad.

One of them suddenly proposed to wash her. And another man stood up at once, starting to pee at the prostitute.

Kylie couldn't tolerate it anymore. However, before she could open her mouth to plead with Michael to let her go, Michael questioned her in a cold voice.

"Why does she turns to you for help? Are you a group?"