"Oh, no! We'll give in to death." The two men, upon hearing this, quickly clenched their legs to protect their vital parts and pulled their clothes with their hands.

A look of an innocent girl falling into the hands of a sex demon, facing the threat of being violated, a mixture of innocence, grievance, fear and other emotions on the faces of the two men.

"It's not good that you are willing to take pictures of others and don't want to be in the picture yourself." Bailey flicked her lips contemptuously, then rolled her eyes, and a new trick popped out of her mind. "Or let's do something else."

******

According to the address reported by the communication link, Henry quickly found the public building where the suspicious call had been made. In the parking garage, he also saw a taxi parked there.

It seemed the address was correct, Henry thought to himself.

Looking up, he saw that the Windows of the public building were about five meters above the ground, and the huge floor-to-ceiling Windows were completely blocked by curtains, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Henry smiled slightly, straightened his head cover, and with a forceful jump of his legs, he leaped onto the wall of the building, and in the blink of an eye, he had climbed to the side of the window.

He held the crack in the wall with one hand and took out a piece of wire with the other. In no time, he pried open the window. Henry gently lifted the window by a narrow slit, twisted his body, and silently jumped into the room.

The floor-length curtains are thick and tight, providing Henry with an excellent place to hide his figure. He curled his fingertips and lifted the curtain a crack, allowing bright light to shine in like water. Henry put his eyes close and saw what was inside the room, which surprised him a lot.

Bailey was sitting on a stool in the room, laughing his head off.

And the two men who had robbed her, one with a green bedsheet and the other with a red curtain around his waist, were giving Bailey a solo performance.

"You're heartless, you're cold, you're unreasonable!" Jam, dressed in a green sheet, looked as if he had eaten dog poop and glared at his elder brother, saying stiffly.

"Where I am heartless, where I am cold, where I am unreasonable!" The John, dressed in a long red curtain floor-length dress, though not very good-looking, but with decent acting, said with a raised finger, pinching his throat in a coquettish tone.

"You are heartless, cold, and unreasonable!"

"If I were heartless, cold, and unreasonable! Nor would I be more heartless, cold, and unreasonable than you!"

No wonder Bailey was laughing so hard. Seeing this bizarre scene, even Henry couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment and burst out with a "puff".

The volume wasn't loud, but it made everyone in the room hear it clearly.

Jam and John stopped performing at once, like frightened birds, hugging each other.

And Bailey jumped up from the stool, grabbed the stool with his hand, and looked warily in the direction Henry was hiding, asking, "Do you two have accomplices?"

"No!" Both of them denied it in unison.

"Why hide there furtively? Isn't it better to come out straight?" Before Bailey could finish his words, the stool in his hand came crashing down on the floor-length curtain with a whoosh.

A long, fair hand suddenly reached out from behind the curtain and grabbed the stool out of nowhere. Then a tall man emerged from behind the curtain, his entire body as black as ink, like a black leopard, with an elegant gait, exuding a dangerous and intimidating regal air. He wore a hood, his features indistinguishable, only a pair of deep, narrow eyes, like a bottomless abyss.

He placed the stool firmly on the ground and stood there in silence, looking at Bailey with a quiet gaze.

"Who exactly are you?"Bailey asked.

His origin is unknown. He suddenly appeared, and it's hard to tell whether he is a friend or an enemy.

"Guess." There was a mischievous smile in Henry's eyes.

"Take off the hood."

The black hood made Bailey feel uncomfortable and always reminded her of bank robbers or serial criminals or something. Nice guys, who would be so shady?

"I'm handsome. What if I take off the hood and you fall in love with me?" Henry certainly didn't want to show his true self in front of Bailey.

"You boast about yourself, that doesn't count. Whether you're really handsome or not, you have to let someone else tell."

Bailey changed his steps and, in the blink of an eye, stepped up to Henry and reached out to lift his hood.

How could Henry let Bailey succeed? He chuckled softly and shifted his shoulder to the side, easily evading Bailey's surprise attack. He stretched out his long arms, grabbed Bailey's hand in one go, and pulled Bailey into his arms with a forceful pull.

She wasn't short, but she looked petite in front of him. Her neck was fair and smooth, and her jet-black hair was coiled together like a pile of dark clouds in the sky. An unknown, delicate fragrance wafted from her delicate body through her hair, floating in the air.

Bailey was still struggling hard to break free from Henry's confinement. As she moved her body, her hair tickled at the tip of Henry's nose, making him feel the urge to sneeze.

"Don't move, you're making me itch."Henry whispered in her ear.

His arms encircled Bailey, and in the dim light, his profile was outlined as deep and handsome as a statue. His thin lips pressed against her soft cheek, word by word reaching her earlobes just right, and their breaths mingled and interwove in the air.

The gestures were intimate, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and the words carried a hint of seduction.

Bailey felt an unprecedented sense of embarrassment, a coach of women's self-defense, now being so humiliated by a strange man in such a humiliating manner.

The most fatal thing was that she was in the mood to admire the perfect profile of the man in black.

Bailey pushed him with her hand, and within reach was the man's strong and broad chest, and the tight-fitting garment was very fitting to his figure, highlighting the two angular pectoral muscles and the narrow and long slit between them.

Masculine, powerful, fierce, bloody, with a hint of wildness.

This man is like a poisonous candy, sweet but deadly.