The Devilish Assassin Meets The Angelic Detective

"Mr. Jones, what if I should be the one to make you scream and beg? I bet you will like it," she said with her cold and dangerous tone, her grip on his hand tightened.

Then seconds later, a loud thud could be heard in the room. The door flew open and a tall figure of a man came into their view.

Elle's will of beating the guy before her disappeared into thin air the moment she saw the man who had just entered the room.

He was emanating a dangerous and a deathly aura. His handsome face had a gloomy expression, his dark brown eyes were seething in rage.

Elle was surprised to see Erick. She stared at him in bewilderment, thinking how her beloved man got there first when even the police did not arrive yet. She did not think that he would come personally to rescue her.

Mr. Jones was upset when his moment with the woman in front of him was interrupted. He glared at Erick.

"Who the hell-" he was not able to finish his sentence as Erick immediately dashed forward and Erick's fist met his face.

They heard a cracking sound. It was the sound of Erick's fist hitting Mr. Jones's jaw. Mr. Jone stumbled back onto the floor.

He grabbed his face and turned to look at Erick whose gaze upon him was death-spewing. He somehow felt scared with his gaze alone.

However he would not want to lose a face, so Mr. Jones got up, ready to fight back. They were pounding on each other but Erick had the upper hand. There was no way he could win against Erick.

Mr. Jones was almost losing his consciousness. His nose and mouth were already bleeding and bruises were forming all over his face.

Elle was just silently watching on the side. She was enjoying the scene where his man was so worked up right now, flaunting his fighting skills before her. 

'D*mn I am in awe. My mighty savior came to my rescue. Gosh...He looks so hot.'

She could feel the bone-chilling aura radiating off him and he was exploding in anger. She was intently staring at his back when Erick turned around and focused his attention on her.

Elle bit her lower lip as she felt nervous meeting his penetrating gaze. She could not utter a single word. She felt guilty right now.

'Sh**t. Why is he looking at me like that? Is he mad at me?'

Erick frowned while looking at her revealing clothes. His blood started to boil once again, thinking that if he had come a little bit late, Elle could have been r*pe and taken advantage by this man.

And with that thought, Erick threw another hard kick to the man who was already lying on the floor, hitting his private part. The man was groaning and whimpering in agonizing pain.

'Hey, when did my beloved Detective love violence? So brutal. But I love this side of him.' Elle stared at him with amus.e.m.e.nt. Her lips twitched as she was trying to suppress her giggle.

'I should reward him for that later.' Elle made a mental note.

After venting his furry, Erick walked towards Elle. He just remained silent. He still had a serious expression on his face but his gaze became gentle unlike before.

Elle stood up to hug her man. She acted so weak and frightened in front of him but no matter how hard she tries she couldn't cry right now.

'D*mn, I am not a good actress yet. How can I shed a tear in a moment like this if all I want to do is giggle and praise this man for a job well done?' she thought to herself.

"I knew you would come to save us," Elle mumbled.

Erick heaved a sigh of relief. He was able to protect her. This time, he came for her rescue.

"What shall I do to you, Elle? Your life is always in danger. Can I just put you in my pocket to keep you safe from this dangerous world?"

She could hear the distress and deep concern from his voice. She somehow felt guilty for making him worry too much and dragging him in this situation.

"I am sorry," she softly said as her hug tightened.

They were in this position when several men wearing their protective gear and holding their guns entered the room. One of them was Bryan.

"Erick! Why you did not wait for us? Are you crazy? Why are you acting so reckless now? I told you that we are on the way to rescue them. Besides you are still on leave. You are not supposed to be here!" Bryan could not help himself but rant on him, his voice filled with worry and concern.

"What are you talking about? I came here as a customer. You can ask the staff." Erick simply said to him, feigning innocence.

"Is he the only one who beat all those men outside?" someone from the group blurted out suddenly. He was amazed. 

Other policemen gave Erick a strange gaze as if they were looking at a madman who just went berserk a while ago. At the same time, you could see in their eyes the admiration and respect for this man.

All alone, without any assistance, Erick had beaten all the guards of this spa single-handedly. So the moment the policemen arrived at the spa together with Bryan, all men were already down, some were lying on the floor unconscious.

While on the way, Bryan already gave Erick a briefing about the situation, feeding him all the necessary information that he needed.

Against his will, Bryan could not stop himself from disclosing all the information to the angry detective. Even though he knew that Erick was still on leave and he was not supposed to join the operation.

Thinking that they would arrive first at the location, Bryan did not bother to think that Erick would act without them. He even asked him to trust them in saving Elle and the rest, and not to worry too much.

However, Erick was the one who arrived first and the worst case happened was that he did not even wait for the policemen to come before he makes a move.

He entered the spa and posed as a customer. He knew about the secret door so he did not waste any more time.

He had beaten those men bigger than him into pulp, venting all his furry to them. He attacked every man who came across him and tried to stop him.

He gave them hard kick on the abdomen, twisting their hands, throwing punches on their faces, and hitting their heads until they fell unconscious.

His punch had the impact of a bag of bricks, his kick of a sledgehammer, both were immensely strong, enough to knock his opponent down.

His concern for Elle and his desire to save her gave him unimaginable strength. Whenever he thought about Elle being in danger, he couldn't control the surge of adrenaline and his battle-l.u.s.t within him.

It was after his adrenaline wore off, Erick felt the pain on his arms, his chest, and his body.

"Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Elle was worried-sick when she sensed that Erick's expression change. 

Erick just shook his head. He bent down to pick the thin blanket and he covered Elle's body with it. Erick would not allow other men to see his woman's fair skin, even if they were his colleagues.

Officer Kim and the rest already apprehended those people who were working on the spa. They would bring them in the precinct to interrogate them especially their manager, Madame Ching.

They also called some ambulance for the victims to have a physical check-up on a hospital. Reporters also arrived at the location. The operations with the other four branches of Vello's spa were also successful.

After checking Elena, Elle decided to go home with Erick. He suggested to bring her to the hospital for a check-up but Elle refused. So in the end, they both just headed home.

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*** At Carlo Vello's Residence ***

[ "Three hundred women were rescued after the police raided the five branches of the famous Vello's spa." ]

[ "The police received an anonymous tip reporting the prostitution activities at the said spa. The person who gave the tips also sent a video recording as a piece of evidence." ]

[ "The spa owner Carlo Vello was still at large. The five branches of Vello's spa were now closed for violation of Anti-Trafficking in Persons Act. Further investigation will be conducted to track down and arrest the suspects as well as those so-called protectors of this business." ]

[ "This is Anna Pearl of TVZ News, reporting." ]

After the news report, the sound of glass shattering glass echoed around the room as Carlo Vello threw the glass of his whiskey towards the Television.

"How did this happen? F*ck! Where are those sc.u.ms whom I spent millions just to pay them  so that this thing would never happen?" He shouted at his men as he ground his teeth from anger.

"They did not give us a warning about the raid! F*ck those sc.u.ms! Traitors! Once I find out who is responsible for this, I will kill him myself!" Carlo was fuming in rage.

He could not believe that his booming business would end up like this. He could not allow this to happen or else all his efforts and hardsh.i.p.s in putting this business would go in vain.

Someone should pay for this. He turned to his men who were silently standing on the side as he gave them his order.

"Go and find out who is the person who gives the tips. Contact our men in the police, threaten them that if they will not do anything about this, then they should be ready to lose their careers. I am not the only one to suffer. I will bring them down with me."