Emerald didn’t realize how much she was afraid of Patrick Lewis, but knowing he was right behind her now, she didn’t dare to turn around. Why was he here? He usually preferred quiet places, why would he come to such a noisy place? Even after going back to the Phoenix, she knew that her freedom still depended on him. If he really wanted her, there was nowhere for her to go. After not having heard from him in six peaceful months, she thought that maybe he had forgotten about her and wouldn’t make a big fuss about her. And then now, he was suddenly standing behind her. Before she could think, she felt a pair of strong hands grabbing her waist from behind. Everyone around was amazed as she fell into his cold arms.He sat down on her seat and lifted her on his thighs, keeping one hand around her waist. He seemed very familiar with all these moves. He then lifted his long arm to take off his black shirt and covered her fair skin with it. His big shirt covered the upper part of her body, and her legs were between his legs so nobody could see her semi-naked body. Patrick grabbed her waist tightly, and her whole body was pressed against his warm chest. She raised up her head dizzily but looked down immediately when she saw the sharp angles of his jaw. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. Most of the hundreds of thousand mercenaries didn’t know what Patrick Lewis looked like, let alone these low-level soldiers. Robert forced a groan, and the men behind him were pointing their guns at Patrick. Although Robert looked powerful, he was a little scared but said loudly. “Where the hell did you come from? Fuck off!” Foxy squinted. “Shut up, Robert!” Patrick didn’t even frown. A man came from behind him and threw a string of keys to them, then stepped back. Robert and Foxy both widened their eyes. “Ten Cheetahs,” Patrick said in a low voice above Emerald’s head. His fingers were touching her back and waist routinely under the shirt, making her sensitive body numb. Robert and Foxy fell into silence. How could they say no since they both sought nothing but profit? “One round.” Patrick knocked on the table with one hand. “If you win, the Cheetahs are yours, but if you lose, you leave all your properties here and walk away naked.” The room was silent. Five minutes later, Robert was about to cry even though there were no visible tears on his face, while Foxy froze, confused about what just happened. A dozen mercenaries had come from the second floor to block their men, watching them with pleasure. Robert ground his teeth and took off all his clothes. Foxy looked at Patrick with her eyes squinted for several seconds, then started laughing as she took off her underwear and threw them up in the air. Although Foxy didn’t know who Patrick really was, his rank was apparently much higher than theirs. She leaned her upper body on the desk. “Officer, I’m Foxy, the Captain of Column Three. You are welcome any time.” The atmosphere in the pub was heavy. Finally, under hundreds of people’s attention, Robert and Foxy let go as he held her waist and both marched out of the pub as the crowd broke into laughter. After everyone turned their attention back to Patrick Lewis, they saw Emerald’s men pointing their guns at Patrick. “Let go of our Lieutenant!” One of them demanded fearlessly, though the enemies were much bigger in number. “Do you want to die, young man?” Before Patrick was able to say anything, the crowd became impatient. Although they were entertained, they were furious because the soldiers of the alliance had provoked a senior officer of the mercenaries on their territory. “Shut up!” Emerald commended as she lay in Patrick’s arms with only her head visible. “Go back now. This is an order.” Jeff, who was more sophisticated than the others, dragged the other soldiers back from the hiss of the mercenaries, who then, although unwilling, left. Patrick stood up with Emerald in his arms under the crowd’s gaze. He held her with only one hand, making her slide down to his hip, placing his other hand on her hip, forcing her to hook on his waist with her legs. He smiled deeply and stepped to the second floor with her legs on his waist. This scene was ambiguous in the mercenaries’ eyes. The man’s shirt was half open, and his tan, thin waist showed. The little wild kitten, who was famous for her ferocity, was now burying her head in his chest like a pet with her legs forcefully spread around his waist.He climbed the stairs step by step to the second floor through the crowd, who was getting out of his way, opening a path, all the way to a fancy private room upstairs. It was clear that the little wild kitten would be his tonight. “Good job!” Someone was shouting downstairs. “Officer, torture her until she begs you!” “Yeah. Let her know the mercenaries are the real men!” The door of the room closed loudly, and then suddenly, they were surrounded by complete silence. It was a clean, tasteful room with gentle light and exquisite furniture. The roof was made of glass, exposing the star-filled sky like a waterfall. Beside the bed was a bottle of wine, some snacks, and two cups filled with wine... Patrick must have been having a business meeting here with someone. Still holding her, he walked to the bed. Emerald felt her blood getting cold, like she was drunk from fear. Her heart was beating fast, almost exploding inside her chest. He finally put her down but didn’t rush to get above her. He sat on the bedside, and with one hand, he lifted both her hands above her head as he touched her hot face with the other hand and murmured. “My woman was seen almost naked by hundreds of men. I have never been this embarrassed before.” The starlight shone over his head and made his handsome face seem gentle, but his words startled Emerald. “I wouldn’t have let them see more.” She mumbled, “I was planning to run away if I lost again.” Patrick stared sharply at her for a few seconds, then lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely and intensely.