Colt Thornton stood naked in front of the bed, his back view lacking any aesthetic of a strong man.
…Nathan Moore quickly approached and with a swift kick, he sent the obese man sprawling on the ground like a dog eating dirt.
On the bed, the woman who was scared to despair, stared at the ceiling unresponsively. If not for her messy, brown wavy hair revealing her identity, Nathan might have failed to recognize this disfigured woman in front of him.
A sudden tightness in his chest, Nathan took off his coat and wrapped it around the disheveled woman.
Colt Thornton got up from the ground, sat down, and wiped the liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, sneering, "Director Moore, mind your own business. Today, even if the King of Heaven came down, I would still play with this woman harshly!"
