Chapter 2: The Special Service

Words : 1972 Updated : Mar 5th, 2025

To be honest, Peter was quite dazed. It was his first time seeking such a service, and he unexpectedly found himself with his friend's wife. He chuckled awkwardly. "How about you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor?" With that, Peter picked up a pillow, preparing to get up. But just then, Mila quickly grabbed his wrist. "No way, the floor is so cold, and who knows if there are any bugs. What if you catch a cold or something? Or maybe..." Mila bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Maybe we should sleep together? And since you've already paid, if you don't mind me, you can..." Mila, you don't have to do this. Actually, I..." Peter was about to explain. But at that moment, Mila's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and her expression dropped instantly. "Oh no! You need to go. Leave here quickly!" Peter stood there, utterly confused. Seeing this, Mila hurriedly explained, "They think you have money and want to scam you! Even though they're in the escort business, if they encounter someone young like you, thinking you have money, they'll set up a honey trap. They'll burst in later with people to threaten you to pay up, or they'll call the police!" Realization dawned on Peter. He mused, "So, is the phone ringing earlier a signal?" "What are you waiting for?" "Hurry up and leave. Don't..." Bang! Before Mila could finish her sentence, the door was suddenly kicked open. A few men barged in, one holding a stick, and another had a phone out, recording. "Who the hell has the guts to mess with my woman?" A burly man, Russell Lowell, walked in. He looked menacing as he headed straight for Peter. In their words, to make someone submit instantly, one had to strike first, making them suffer before they even understood what was happening. Russell lifted his right hand, poised to strike Peter's face. Mila quickly intervened, grabbing his hand. "Russell, this is a misunderstanding! He's my relative, and my husband's cousin!" Russell was taken aback. He mused, "I just got into character, and you're seriously going to play this card? You're calling him your relative under these circumstances?" "Russell, I'm not lying. He's really my husband's cousin. He's one of us! I didn't expect this coincidence, so Russell, please don't make it hard for him and let him go, okay?" Russell sneered, glancing at Peter. Then, he turned to Mila, looking down at her. Mila raised her head, looking pitiful. He could catch glimpses of her boobs through her collar from his vantage point. Licking his lips, he grinned. "Letting him go isn't impossible, but..." "You'll have to keep me company, serve me well, and not only will I let him go, but I'll also return the money he paid!" Russell had been lusting after Mila for some time. From the first meeting, he had wanted to take her by force. But Mila held firm to her boundaries. She said she only entered this line of work to earn money for her husband's medical bills so that she wouldn't sleep with just anyone. If Russell dared to force her, she'd leave or call the police. Russell didn't want to lose this cash cow, so he had to hold back each time. But lately, the more he saw Mila, the more unbearable it became. Several times in the crowded rental house, he almost couldn't resist tearing her clothes off. Hearing Russell's words, Mila's face darkened, her brows furrowing. "Russell, don't push it. If you force me, I promise to leave immediately, and I won't let you have it easy!" Mila braced herself, hoping her threat would deter him. Unfortunately, Russell was already blinded by her beauty. And being threatened like this, he wasn't happy. "Damn it, don't think I get scared just because you keep saying that. Today, I'll have my way with you right in front of him! And I'll have these guys record it. If you dare not listen to me, I'll send the video to your crippled husband!" His words made Mila's eyes widen in terror. "Russell, you..." "What are you guys waiting for? Tie her up for me. Once I'm done, you can have a go too!" Russell waved his right hand, coldly interrupting Mila. Mila knew she couldn't escape this time when she saw those menacing men surrounding her. She took a few steps back, grabbing Peter's hand and pushing him forward. "Peter, you go first. Don't worry about me!" Peter was pushed forward. But he didn't take the chance to flee. Instead, he swiftly kicked one of the men. The man flew, crashing into the wall and stopping only then. Thud! Cracks appeared on the wall. The man was knocked out cold. The room fell silent. No one could imagine the power behind that kick. "Anyone who dares bully Mila, I'll send you on your way!" Peter's voice was low but carried a menacing tone. Russell snapped back, his expression darkening. "Damn it, get him!" Russell wasn't stupid; seeing the power of that kick, he immediately grabbed a nearby chair and swung it fiercely. Crack! Before Russell could react, the chair shattered in his hands as splinters flew everywhere. He was also kicked, his body sent flying through the door into the corridor. The other thugs tried to run, but Peter swiftly took them down before they could turn. Mila couldn't see Peter clearly before all five of Russell's men were down. It was unsure if they were dead or just unconscious. Not a single groan escaped them. In fact, from the moment Peter heard Mila's explanation, he remained unafraid. After all, he was assigned to a special ward during his imprisonment. There, he met his mentor, Ian Yandell. Although he didn't understand why someone of his mentor's caliber ended up in prison, he did learn a lot from him. Not only did he inherit the nickname "Phantom Healer" and acquire godlike medical skills, but he also mastered energy cultivation. Though his cultivation was just at the beginner level, only qualifying as a practitioner, he could already compress his inner energy into any part of his body. When focused on his fists, his power could explode with tremendous force. When channeled into his legs, he could leap several meters. When gathered in his body, he could even endure the impact of a car speeding at 80 mph. So, even if the numbers of Russell's men multiplied several times, it would just take a little more time. "Mila, let's go!" Peter grabbed Mila's hand, ready to pull her away. But she suddenly broke free, hesitation on her face. "Peter, maybe you should go alone. I need to stay. I still have to earn money. Otherwise, Owen's medical bills won't be covered!" Mila gave a sorrowful smile. She had concerns, and more importantly, she needed money. The woman remembered the first time she saw Russell; she noticed a girl tied up and gagged with a ping pong ball. Even knowing that staying meant Russell and his gang would surely torture her once they woke up, she felt she had no choice but to resign to her fate.

Chapter 2: The Special Service

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