Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1391 - 1390

When Lin Fan asked Lucy what she had been through, she fell into painful memories. This nightmare-like experience she was reluctant to recall, yet it kept flashing through her mind, causing her to burst into tears.

"Please, I want to go home," Lucy pleaded with Lin Fan.

Originally, she was in despair; she thought her life was over until this moment when she met Lin Fan.

Lin Fan gave her hope, the only hope in these days. In the eyes of others, she was just a lowly stripper, no one cared about her background; there were only those men who wanted to have fun with her. They spent money just to satisfy their primal desires; where she came from was not their concern.

She knew that even if she asked them for help, she wouldn’t get any assistance because, firstly, they didn’t have the ability to rescue her from this misery, and secondly, her boss strictly forbade them from asking guests for help. If discovered, it would result in a beating.

Today was her first time making a debut in this bar; a guest at the scene started to grope her. She got into a confrontation with this guest because she avoided him and was punished for it. If it hadn’t been for Lin Fan’s timely intervention, one of her ears would have been cut off.

At first, when Lin Fan defended her, she thought Lin Fan was just speaking casually. It wasn’t until Lin Fan knocked the Burly Man over in one move that Lucy realized Lin Fan was not an ordinary person; she had no reason not to grasp this lifeline, perhaps this was her only chance.

Lin Fan was well aware that if he didn’t save Lucy, she would definitely face punishment from the Iron Fist Gang again, and possibly with doubled severity, which would render his help meaningless now.

Sometimes it is this way: either don’t help at all, or if you do, see it through to the end; otherwise, you might as well not help.

Although Lucy didn’t speak in detail about her experiences, it was known that she was kidnapped a week ago while traveling to Eastern Europe. Within a week, she was sold to British London.

This reminded Lin Fan of Li Zixia; Li Zixia fell into the hands of the kidnappers. One could only wonder what experiences she would undergo; her situation was unlikely to be much better than Lucy’s.

"Sir, this woman is a stripper from our bar, our property. I can assure you, sir, that there won’t be any more punishment for her in the future. I hope this incident can just be settled," Howard said with a wry smile, fearing Lin Fan might actually take action.

"Take me to see Klaus," Lin Fan said, glancing at Lucy. "Can you get up? You come with me."

Lucy was overjoyed and quickly got up.

The Burly Man instinctively tried to stop them, but Lin Fan kicked him again, right on the chin. With a cracking sound, it seemed his jaw was dislocated, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, motionless like a dead dog.

Lucy saw this and felt satisfied, wanting to step up and give the Burly Man’s face a kick. But she hesitated, not daring enough.

Lin Fan smiled slightly, "Go ahead and stomp if you want to, it’ll let out some steam."

These words gave Lucy courage. She immediately lifted her foot and stepped on the Burly Man’s head. She was wearing high heels, so although she wasn’t particularly strong, the damage was considerable. She broke the Burly Man’s head open, blood flowed incessantly.

Beside them, Howard felt his scalp tingle, cold sweat pouring down, relieved that it wasn’t him lying on the ground.

Inside the bar.

Because it was broad daylight, there weren’t many people in the bar. Upon entering, the bar didn’t seem big, but the setup was rather artistic as the building itself was styled in a European medieval fashion, giving a sense of cultural depth.

But if you were a regular customer of this bar, you’d know this was merely surface-level, the bar actually hid a secret passage.

Passing through the bar and entering from the back door was a different scene, where a true paradise for entertainment was hidden.

At the entrance, two burly men guarded the door; without permission, entry was impossible.

However, because of Howard, Lin Fan entered smoothly. Inside, the music was loud, the environment dim, lights flickered, laughter and cheerful sounds echoed; even in broad daylight, there were quite a few people. At a glance, they were mostly men, and onstage, a scantily clad blonde girl performed around a pole, her bold dance moves eliciting waves of shouts from the men below.

"This way please," Howard said to Lin Fan, leading him through the dance hall to the backstage.

Inside the backstage, a spacious room luxuriously decorated, there were several people sitting in the room, laughing about something unknown.

Behind a grand desk sat a middle-aged Caucasian man, sporting stubble and a fierce appearance.

On the sofa in front, a white man in a suit held a wine glass in one hand and a cigar in the other.

There were a few others in the room, all standing, clearly playing the role of underlings.

"I said no, this batch has to be 10 million Euros, not a single Euro less. The Asian initially was tough, saying if I didn’t agree, he’d cancel this deal. I got impatient and called for my men in ambush, dozens of guns aiming at him. Can you guess? That Asian got so scared, he wet his pants, knelt down, and kowtowed to me," the white man in the suit said.

Then they laughed together again.

The middle-aged Caucasian man behind the desk laughed and said, "These Asians are just cowards, easy to bully, hahaha..."

Bang bang bang...

At this time, the sound of knocking on the door was heard outside.

Everyone in the room quieted down, looking towards the door.

The middle-aged Caucasian man behind the desk nodded, signaling an underling to open the door, then a subordinate walked over and opened it.

Howard led Lin Fan and Lucy inside.

There was no particular feeling seeing Howard, but upon seeing Lin Fan and Lucy, the middle-aged man at the desk frowned, puzzled.

"Howard, what’s going on?" the middle-aged white man behind the desk asked.

The others were also watching Lin Fan, puzzled.

The white man in the suit couldn’t help but joke, "We were just talking about Asians, and one shows up; these Asians, they’re really ubiquitous."

Lucy looked at the white man in the suit, both scared and angry, and whispered to Lin Fan, "It’s him."

Lin Fan nodded and gave the white man a cold glance.

Howard was drenched in sweat, momentarily unsure how to explain. Bringing Lin Fan here was an offense to Klaus, how to make sure Klaus wouldn’t settle the score with him afterward? What a headache.

"Did you sort out what I asked you to do?" the middle-aged white man behind the desk asked again.

Howard replied, "The money has been collected."

The middle-aged white man behind the desk said, "That’s good, as I said, teach them a lesson."

"Uh..." Howard wiped his cold sweat.

The middle-aged white man pointed at Lin Fan, "What’s going on here, who is this little Asian? Is he one of your underlings?"