Chapter 8 Our Master Wants to See You

• Hence, when Katherine deliberately led these people to a remote place, one of the yellow-haired gangsters could not help but jump out and come forward with a face full of lust.
• "Babe, where are you going?"
• "Stop with the pretenses. Who asked you to follow me? What do you want to do? Just tell me directly."
• Katherine raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze cold. "Answer me. What methods will you be using to make me do as you say?"
• The gangster was speechless.
• He had only just said a sentence! Everyone present was a little overwhelmed, especially the yellow-haired gangster who hesitated for a while and did not know what to say.
• Katherine looked at the time; she had more important things to do. "Are you going to take turns, or are you all going to come up to me together?"
• The gangsters had been hooligans for so many years, and this was the first time they met someone who wanted them to act together…
• "Hey, what do you mean? Who are you looking down on?" The yellow-haired gangster couldn't hold back anymore.
• Feeling insulted, he added, "I tell you, if I really act on it, I'll—Ah!"
• A scream made the birds in the trees in the park fly away wildly, and then more screams came one after another.
• Ten minutes later, police appeared.
• At that time, Katherine had already fought half of these people.
• The moment these gangsters saw the police, it was as if they had seen their saviors. They immediately cried for help.
• The tragic situation of the thugs attracted a lot of onlookers. Katherine packed her backpack and was brought to the police car.
• In the interrogation room, Katherine sat quietly on the chair.
• "What's the matter?" the police asked.
• "They wanted to molest me," she said lightly. She glanced at the four or five people who were squatting in the corner, and those people suddenly complained aloud.
• "Sir, do you think we're able to molest her?"
• The police looked at Katherine, who was spotless, and then looked at the punks with smashed noses and swollen faces, then could not help frowning.
• "What's going on with all the muddy looks?"
• Katherine shrugged and answered crisply, "This kind of scum is only worthy of being used as farmyard manure."
• "Look at her, sir! This woman is simply a lunatic—"
• "Shut up and be quiet!"
• The several people who were reprimanded shouted, "If we are guilty, let the law punish us! Don't let this woman free ever again!"
• The staff who were recording the interrogation were disgusted by the punks' snot and tears.
• On the contrary, the protagonist of this incident was sitting with her head down and playing with her phone, as if it was none of her business at all.
• "Miss—"
• "There is surveillance footage in the park that can be checked. I fought back out of self-protection." Katherine stood up leisurely and put on her bag.
• "Can I go if there is nothing else to do here?"
• "We will investigate clearly. Please leave your contact information first. We will notify you if there are any updates, and we hope you will cooperate with the investigation."
• Katherine nodded, registered the information, and went out.
• Not long after she got out of the police station, a figure blocked her way. She raised her eyes to see a black-clothed bodyguard with a poker face.
• "Our master wants to see you." He looked like what he said was not negotiable.
• Katherine did not care at all; she just glanced lightly at him and dodged past him. "Tell him that I'm not free."
• The bodyguard was speechless.
• Although Katherine dodged the person in front of her, she unexpectedly hit a hard chest ahead.
• When she looked up and saw the person in front of her, she was stunned. In the next second, the atmosphere condensed a bit.
• How could it be him?