Carla couldn’t help but laugh: "Albert Kingsley, you’ve messed around with Peggy Carr too much, and now you’re brain~dead!"
"Speaking of which, Albert Kingsley, you’re impotent and close to dying!"
Albert Kingsley was fuming, clutching himself down there, and cursed angrily: "Carla, you damn well know I just had..."
Albert Kingsley was very self-conscious. Last time he heard that getting rid of the excess foreskin would make it bigger, so he went and did it. Problem was, he hadn’t fully recovered yet, and Carla just burned it with a cigarette end... the stitches might have popped.
"What did you cut?" Carla raised an eyebrow, glancing at Albert Kingsley’s area which he was covering tightly. She couldn’t help it in the next second, "Albert Kingsley, I could forgive your small size, but you actually chopped off your dick?"
Carla almost spat out her drink.
"..." Albert Kingsley’s face turned completely green. His heart ached, but the pain down there was unbearable, sending cold sweat all over him; his stitches probably really did pop.
Albert Kingsley didn’t want to be crippled for life, so he shot Carla an angry glare and staggered out of the private room.
He shouted hoarsely: "Someone come quick, take me to a hospital!"
The special police who came with Albert Kingsley had already gone to catch the drug criminals.
Who would care about Albert Kingsley now?
The private room was filled with a seductive atmosphere.
Nearly everyone had been taken by the special forces.
Isabelle Nightingale had been tormented by those old men until she passed out.
And Violet Hargrove had taken too much of that powder, completely unconcerned about being videotaped and her imminent ruin; all she could think about was men.
"Ah, don’t push me... Quick, give it to me!"
Violet Hargrove was delirious, clinging to a special police officer: "Hey handsome, great body, right? Come on... smack."
The special officer slapped her unconscious instantly; damn, that was a sight for sore eyes.
"Take them all away, lock them in the special interrogation room."
As the special police exited, they saw Albert Kingsley still clutching his privates, wailing: "Quick, take me to the hospital first."
"Forget about the arrests, just get me to a hospital." His pain was excruciating.
"You’ve got a wounded dick?"
"Yeah, the newly circumcised... stitches popped!"
In the presidential suite of the Nightfall Palace, Harry North reported politely: "Crown Prince, I’ve sent people to deal with Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale, and dropped them outside the bar..."
Lucas Knight nodded: "Good."
As long as she’s okay.
After reporting, Harry North hesitated for a moment before adding, "Crown Prince, the old lady at Lanwan Gardens sent someone to ask you to come back."
It had been two years of asking, yet their owner seemed completely indifferent.
Moreover, he hadn’t returned to Lanwan Gardens in those two years. The old residence often sent people to invite him, but no matter what, they couldn’t move this Buddha.
"I’m not going." Lucas Knight refused with finality, leaving no room for negotiation.
Harry North initially wanted to persuade further, but... he quickly noticed his master’s face darkening, so he dared not provoke him further, only saying politely: "Sir, I’ll take my leave then."
With that, Harry North retreated.
It wasn’t until late at night that Eva Nightingale left the bar.
The Imperial Palace Bar was still lively, but she hadn’t been drinking tonight. Carla went to pester Albert Kingsley, and Eva was a bit sleepy, so she left early.
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