C28 The Old Dream Was Replayed

It was rare for Josiah to attend a banquet this evening, even though he didn't interact with anyone and just sat in a corner drinking wine.

He felt that the reason he came here was because he wanted to drink, so he could find a reason to get drunk.

Asher Luz relied on his "relationship" with Josiah to change women. He walked over while puffing out the alcohol. He asked Josiah why the beauty did not come last time.

After a long time, he did not hear him say anything. Asher Luz laughed and said, "Did you get rid of her? It must be... that woman. She is too disgusting, too unappetizing! Golden jade is the outside, but it is the inside! Yi... "

Asher Luz shook his head and laughed in a wretched manner, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"I suddenly feel that it's a pity. Her face is really impeccable! I have never played SM before. Maybe she will get better. Those scars... I really want to leave scars on other parts of her body. So white and tender skin, there are cuts and cuts on her skin... "

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He asked Josiah for the contact information of that beauty.

"Mr Luz wants to find her. I can fulfill his wish." Josiah drank all the wine in the goblet in one gulp. He glanced at Asher Luz, and his gaze was shockingly cold.

Unfortunately, the drunkard could not tell.

Josiah beat him up with his own hands. Josiah thought it was dirty, so he used a fire extinguisher in the corridor.

The back alley of the clubhouse was a blind spot for surveillance.

"Is the beauty waiting for me here?" Asher Luz's eyes were hazy as he looked around.

After that, he could not finish his sentence. He wanted to scream, but his chin was removed.

Josiah did not remember how long it had been since he had been so ruthless. In any case, it had been a long time since someone asked him to do it himself.

In the end, he vented all of his anger. When he got up and left, he felt as if his feet were lightly stepping on cotton. He almost fell down the stairs.

He really drank too much tonight.

When he got home, he was too lazy to wash up. He poured himself onto the bed.

With the help of alcohol, he could have a good night's sleep tonight.

It was probably because of the back alley of the club that Josiah had a dream about the back alley.

At that time, he lived alone with his brother. For a period of time, he lived like mud. He was a thug who was despised and avoided by others.

His father beat his mother to death, so he was a bad guy. It was only right and proper, wasn't it?

Josiah didn't know how to fight in the beginning, and he didn't practice it well. He wasn't ruthless enough either. He was surrounded by a few playboys who had practiced putting on airs in a narrow back alley and punching and kicking.

He could not help but curse in his heart. Why was he the one who was beaten in his dream?

He knew how to fight a long time ago, so why did he have such a dream?

Josiah wanted to fight back, but he couldn't control his hand. He instinctively protected his head, but he was still beaten until his eyes were swollen.

His body was in pain, and he kept thinking. Fortunately, he had remembered the faces of these people. He would definitely take revenge.

If he hadn't been beaten to death here.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..." The sound of a police car rang out. The wastrels ran away when they saw that the situation was not good.

Yes, that's right. At that time, someone called the police and saved him.

Josiah did not know why he had this old dream.

Someone ran over and whispered to him. "Can you still go? I'm using the sound of the siren on my phone to scare them!"

"Th-thank you..." Josiah's eyelids were so swollen that he could not open his eyes. When he heard that his lips were out of control, he murmured. "You are so smart..."

From the sound of it, it sounded like a little girl.

She smiled proudly but immediately stopped. She probably felt that laughing in front of someone who was beaten up so badly was very unkind.

"I'll call you first aid, right?"

"No need. It's all superficial wounds. I'll be fine after a few days of rest..." Josiah heard that he was very angry and refused because he was poor.

"Then go home quickly. What if they come back and no one is as smart as me..."

"What are you called?"

The girl leaned closer and smiled in his ear, "I don't say I'm a fairy, but you have to know in your heart!"

The familiar playful tone made Josiah open his eyes. Although it was just a crack, it was enough to see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

It was clearly Olivia who was much younger.

Then, she suddenly woke up from her dream.