Chapter 430: Was she drunk?
Minutes ago...
Penny uncorked a bottle of hundred-year-old wine and took a swig straight from the bottle. She hissed in satisfaction, licking her lips to savor the taste.
"Delicious! What is this? I’ve never had anything like this before!" she mused, checking the label before noticing the black panther waiting for her. She pursed her lips and glanced at Renny, grinning. "Blacky, you want some?"
The black panther tilted its head to the side, prompting her to chuckle.
"Kidding!" she hugged the bottle. "It’s not good for you. No, no, you can’t have it."
"..."
"Well, anyway..." Penny trailed off as she heard hurried footsteps approaching. Her lips curled downward as she crooked a finger to signal Renny to come closer.
"Stay here and be quiet," she whispered as she walked to the door and closed it cautiously. Penny then slumped to the floor, sitting beside Renny. "Hehe. Let’s not fight them for now. Time to celebrate because what I learned after staying in prison is that life — freedom needs to be celebrated."
She giggled and hid, enjoying her wine as she listened to the approaching men. She could sense their footsteps halt when they saw the scene in front of them.
"Ah, shit..." Angel, who had come to rescue his men after receiving a report, widened his eyes. He briefly scanned the unconscious bodies on the ground, noticing their torn clothes. One look and he knew Renny tore their clothes so aggressively.
Angel clenched his teeth and rushed to the nearest man he could reach. He quickly checked his pulse, heaving a sigh of relief when he found one. He continued to check on the others, finding that, fortunately, they were all unconscious but not dead.
"Goodness," Angel breathed out, watching as his men dragged the rest into sitting positions against the wall.