Chapter 208 - Trisha Hua

Trisha glared at the bleeding man in front of her and quickly scanned her eyes up and down the alleyway. If she took him back to her boss, he was dead meat - for sure!

The man that had run into them was her boss' right-hand man, Tyson Li. He was known to be a ruthless character in the Underworld that never showed any mercy, so Trisha knew there was nothing she could say to convince him to let Oliver go.

Thus, she had two options: either beat the man up and expose her identity or distract him long enough for Oliver to escape.

Trisha glanced at Oliver and whispered in a voice that only they could hear, "Run when you get the chance." 

Oliver looked at the woman curiously. What was she planning to do?

Trisha took a deep breath and let go of Oliver's neck. She then bit her lip and batted her eyelids seductively towards the muscly man opposite her, "Brother Ty-Ty, now that we are alone, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."

Tyson glanced at Oliver as he held onto his neck and stood blankly in place. The man looked too weak to escape, so Tyson looked into Trisha's eyes with interest. There was no rush to get the wimpy reporter back to his boss. He wanted to hear what Trisha had to say first.

'Brother Ty-Ty', she had never called him that before. For some reason, it made him feel excited. Was she trying to seduce him? He stretched out an arm and wrapped it around the woman's waist as she approached. "What is it?" he asked.

Trisha gasped a little at the man's sudden movement, but she maintained her composure as she hooked her arms around his neck and turned him around so his back faced Oliver. "Has anyone told you that the scar on your face is so masculine and s.e.xy?" Trisha asked with a wink.

Tyson smiled and pulled the woman closer, "No, you are the first."

"Oh, Brother Ty-Ty, your voice is so s.e.xy that it makes my little heart skip a beat. When you have some free time, I would like to invite you to share a meal together," Trisha said as she waved her hand behind the man's head, gesturing for Oliver to run.

Oliver took the hint and began to back away.

But, at that moment, Tyson suddenly leaned forward and whispered beside Trisha's ear, "I'm free right now and I'm hungry."

Tyson had noticed Trisha from the time she first joined the gangs. There weren't many women in the gangs and certainly none that were as sassy and attractive as her, so he actually had his eyes on her for a long time. Who knew she'd be interested in him as well.

He took a deep breath, savoring the woman's scent; she smelled sweet like marshmallows. Unable to resist, he licked Trisha on the cheek and began to kiss her on the neck.

Trisha gently pushed the man away and said, "There are people around. Let's find somewhere quiet."

But, the man had already been provoked and could not resist his desires, "Everyone in Chinatown knows who I am, they wouldn't dare to look!"

He then started kissing Trisha on the neck again as he pushed her against the wall of the alleyway and began to unbutton his pants.

This man was desperate! Ever since he received the scar on his face, no woman had willingly approached him, let alone a young woman like Trisha. How could he let this opportunity go?

Trisha immediately grabbed the man's hand to stop him. "I have my period..." she frowned, pretending to look disappointed, "...let's do it another time."

By this time, Oliver was already at the other end of the alleyway and about to turn the corner back onto the main street. Trisha felt relieved. He escaped and her identity wasn't exposed; it was a win-win situation.

But, Tyson suddenly began to lift up her skirt with a sick perverted look in his eyes, "I'm not afraid of blood. It just means you are extra wet!"

Trisha looked at the man in surprise. How disgusting and dirty! Most men were turned off by blood.

Trisha pushed the man's chest desperately as she tried to think of a way to get out of the situation, but Tyson continued to move forward.

"Tyson, no!" Trisha screamed. "I'm not in the mood today!"

"But, I am!" Tyson laughed as he grabbed Trisha's bum cheeks and lifted her up off the floor.

"You can't!" Trisha squealed.

Trisha panicked. She had to get herself out of the situation without exposing herself. What could she do? At that moment, she thought of something.

"I'm a v.i.r.g.i.n! I'm saving myself for the Boss!" she quickly lied in a panic as she closed her eyes.

But, just as she said this she heard a loud bang, followed by the sound of shattered glass on the floor. She then landed back on the floor and felt the man move away from her body.

Trisha slowly opened her eyes and saw blood trickling down the man's head. He had been hit by a glass bottle and shards of glass were lying on the floor around him. 

Tyson turned around furiously to see who had hit him. As his body turned, Trisha saw a blue-eyed man with curly brown hair staring at them. 

"Oliver?" she whispered in surprise.

Didn't he already escape?

Why did he return?

"Let her go!" the skinny reporter warned.

Tyson wiped some blood from his eyes and growled in rage, "You f*cken b*stard! I am chopping you into a million pieces and feeding you to the sharks!"

He then raised an arm to deal a deadly punch at the man opposite him.

But, all of a sudden, he suddenly felt an arm wrap tightly around his neck from behind. Who was behind him? He then felt a hand on the back of his head, pushing his head forward. He subconsciously tried to pull the arm away, but the person that was restraining him was fast and accurate. They were applying a sleeper hold on him; a technique often used in martial arts to restrain one's opponent. This person knew the exact technique and form and had sealed the arteries on his neck, cutting off blood circulation to his brain. Within 5 seconds, he lost consciousness and blacked out.

Oliver watched as the muscly man dropped limply to the ground. He then looked up at Trisha in surprise. 

He had witnessed the entire scene: Trisha was the one that put this man in a sleeper hold! This man was almost double her size! It was like a battle between David and Goliath!

"How did you do that?" he asked in surprise.

"I'm a black belt in karate," Trisha replied briefly as a bunch of men suddenly rushed out of a door that faced the alleyway and grabbed Tyson off the floor. 

"Hurry before someone sees," Trisha said to the men.

"Are you OK?" one of the men asked.

"Yes," Trisha replied.

"Then we'll take over from here," the man said before he and the other men quickly covered Tyson and dragged him in through the door they had come out of.

That was when Oliver realized, they had come out of the backdoor of a laundromat.

Oliver watched the entire scene with confusion, "What just happened? Who were those men? Why did they drag him into a laundromat? How do you have a black belt in karate? Who are you?"

Trisha quickly scanned her eyes around and walked in through the back door of the laundromat as well. "Follow me," she said.