Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Beatrice looked at Tracey and laughed out loud.

Mable and Tracey were extremely close. If she came and saw that Tracey had been raped, one could imagine how she would look.

Beatrice stood up straight and clapped her hands. "Go on."

The big man rubbed his hands and carried Tracey up. Then, he threw her onto the foam mattress on the side.

The blonde man handed his gun to his accomplice and also walked over.

Tracey struggled desperately. The rope on her wrist made her bleed. "Don't. Please let me go. You can have as much money as you want. Please...

"...Don't come any closer. Help! Help!”

The blonde man untied the rope on Tracey's hand and ripped her jacket off in one smooth motion. "Nobody is here. No matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you."

The big man touched Tracey's face. "Be good and enjoy yourself. We promise to make it pleasurable." Tracey simply wanted to throw up. She struggled desperately. "Beatrice, make them stop! Stop! Don't..." That said, she was no match for the big men. Soon, she was pressed to the mattress, unable to move. Tracey cried out loud and screamed in despair. "Bastards! Let go of me! I'm going to kill you... Let go of me..." Just then, the engine of a sports car was heard coming from outside.

Next, a red sports car zoomed over.

Seeing this, the two men by Beatrice's side immediately drew their guns and shot at the car.

At the critical moment, the car made an emergency U-turn and drifted to block off the bullets with the side of its body.

The car stopped.

A tall and slender woman got down from the car, bare-handed with slippers on her feet.

As she looked at the corner and saw Beatrice pressed down by two men, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"Mabes!" Tracey cried when she saw Mable.

'Why did you come alone?!'

"Mable, you're finally here."

Beatrice held a gun in her hand and aimed it at Mable.

"Don't move. Bullets don't have eyes. Hahaha..."

The man beside her sized Mable up and smiled creepily. "Boss, this chick is hotter."

Beatrice raised her hand. "Tie her up. Take your time and enjoy yourselves tonight. You can fuck her together for all I care." The big man pressing Tracey down walked over with an extremely lewd look. "Her body is amazing. What a great deal!" Mable looked at the four men and smirked. "I'm afraid you won't live to enjoy anything!"

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As the man spoke, he ran up eagerly.

Nevertheless, just as he was about to touch Mable, a gust of wind came.

Mable grabbed his neck with one hand and clasped his arm with the other. She kicked him hard in the lower body.

"Ah!"

The man screamed miserably and could not help but twitch.

"Boss!" Seeing this, the other men quickly raised their guns to shoot at Mable.

"Kill her- Kill her!"

Beatrice hid behind a pillar and fired her gun indiscriminately.

"Mabes, be careful!"

Mable used the man in front of her as a shield and drew the gun on his waist to aim at the other three men.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Those three men tried to dodge, but they were shot before they could start.

Two of them were killed on the spot.

The other blonde man was hit in the wrist, and his gun flew out.

Mable walked toward him with a straight face. Her hollow eyes were filled with a murderous aura.

"All of you deserve to die!"