So Tyrone pushed Sienna without hesitation, and when he saw her back and leaning against the back of the sofa, his entire body quickly pushed over, pressed tightly against her softness, and stared fiercely at her gaze.

"Sienna, even if you're not afraid of a few men outside, you must be afraid of me!" He pretended to be fierce: "I'm a man too, and I'll eat you to pieces."

His gaze lingered over her whole body, revealing her curvaceous figure and salivating appearance.

Yes, he was trying to scare her, hoping she would give up.

Sienna knew he didn't mean it, but said, "All right, I'll wait. See if you can eat me until I'm just a piece of junk." "Come on, I'm ready!" she pouted.

What?

Tyrone didn't expect her reaction to be like this. He was puzzled. Could it be that his tone wasn't cold enough? Or, move a little harder.

Seeing that he didn't take the initiative, Sienna suddenly wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cold, thin lips, feeling his resistance, her whole heart ached slightly.

For him, she really forgot even what reserve was.

This woman is just getting angry! Tyrone didn't even get a chance to frown and was kissed by her.

What was even more annoying was that he was always feeling for her, not just a little bit, and that tense feeling came quickly, catching him off guard.

Sienna just kissed him and did not move further.

She was stiff all over!

"Sienna, you brought it upon yourself!"

Tyrone's pupils narrowed as he watched the ripples in her pretty face, knowing that the woman was dangerous, he still couldn't resist moving closer, as if he wanted to see more.

His kiss went from cold to active, then even more passionate, like a fire encircling Sienna, she could not breathe, and he was unexpectedly devoted.

No, he can't do that!

Tyrone let go of her, his gaze elsewhere, and his breathing had a hard time calming down.

Sienna's heart was pounding all the time, looking forward to his reaction.

At last Tyrone said in a low voice, "Sienna, I don't want to see you again, you can go, go back where you came from."

Sienna felt as if her heart was riding a roller coaster, now full of enthusiasm, now down, but looking at his serious expression, it seemed as if he had really made up his mind.

What should I do? She doesn't want to leave at all.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door, and the sound was very loud, rather frightening.

Sienna shuddered: "Could it be that the next door is still looking for trouble?"

"Go into the room. Don't come out. I'll go out first to check the situation." He said calmly.

As long as it wasn't against Sienna, Tyrone always managed to regain his composure, and this moment was no exception. The flames within him had died out, and all that remained was coldness.

"Be careful, they're taking advantage of their large numbers." Sienna whispered.

Tyrone, however, had a different opinion and glared at her, asking, "Are you not confident in me? Or did you have too much faith in them?"

Sienna forced a quick smile and said, "I'm afraid you'll beat them to the hospital and they'll be in big trouble then."

"If I win, you just wait to be kicked out of the house."

He issued an ultimatum.

Sienna heard it as awkward as she could and felt bad about it.

Tyrone walked over and opened the door. There was indeed Peter standing in front of him. There seemed to be a lot more people following behind him. It looked like they were coming to fight.

He took a few steps out, closed the door and left Sienna inside.

"Kid, you haven't had your fill yet?" Tyrone went up to Peter and looked him in the eye: "How are you going to know? Come on, I'll do whatever you want! '

He has always been Tyrone threatening others, and I have never encountered anyone who could threaten him.

These people are really fed up with living!

"I got beaten by you. How is the medical expense calculated? There's also lost wages and damages for mental distress." Peter, taking advantage of his large number, said, "I won't ask for an exorbitant price. Just give me a hundred thousand?"

"A hundred thousand? Do you want some spirit money?" Tyrone said in a casual tone: "You brought this upon yourself, want to be without arms or legs, get out of here!"

There is a limit to his endurance.

It should be me who says "Get out!" Peter is actually not weak.

Tyrone chimed in immediately: "Yes, you should be the one to get out!"

When Peter heard something was wrong, he tried to grab the other man's clothes, but was caught by Tyrone with his bare hands. The bones cluck and the veins burst out in pain, and he couldn't even cry out the pain.

"Who on earth should get out?" Tyrone clutched his main artery in a cold tone: "If I push one more inch, your life will be gone, get your men back!"

"Humph!" Peter replied with a snort.

Tyrone counted three in silence, pressed hard with his hand, and saw Peter fall silent and limp to the ground, showing no sign of resistance.

A group of men around were stunned and had no idea what was going on.

"Ah! Tyrone, help! '

Tyrone suddenly heard Sienna's cry coming from the room and immediately realized that something had changed!

Since the balconies of the two families are close to each other, if there is no protection installed, it is very likely that Sienna will come from the balcony to harass the people inside. Before, he was the only one who came to the apartment occasionally and didn't think much of it, but now that's a different story.

Tyrone kicked the door open and indeed saw two men already grasping Sienna's arm, she was struggling, not too weak, even using her fists and feet.

"Stop!" Tyrone shouted, "If you dare to break into my territory, you must ask me, your master?"

Sienna finally broke free from the restraints and shouted to him, "Be careful, they have knives in their hands!"

And that's not bad! Tyrone moved as fast as a tiger, and without hesitation charged at the two men. His arm was so powerful that he knocked down one and kicked the man away with one kick.

Seeing the man beside her take out the dagger, Sienna instinctively grabs it with her hand.

"Ah! It hurts! '

Sienna looked down at her palm. There was a long scratch, and blood beads slowly gushed out. It hurt like being pricked by a needle, and then the pain deepened continuously, turning into a piercing pain!

She clenched her fist hard, trying to stop the bleeding quickly.

Tyrone feinted and came up to the man, grasping his wrist and twisting it hard, and heard a pig-slaughtering howl. At the same time, the dagger dropped to the ground with a clang.

And that's not enough!

Tyrone held back the immobile man and said, "Pick up the dagger, and if you want to get out, make a cut in your arm yourself. You can choose not to do it, but if I do it, it can be as deep as you like!"

The man was in so much pain that he couldn't speak and had to give in. As soon as he made a small cut with the dagger, he was in so much pain that he bared his teeth and felt like dying.