He vented his inner fears in his own way, and it was only Eric who'd suggest doing so. If it were someone else, he wouldn't have done it.
Because no one else had the opportunity and ability that Eric did.
Lance had left him with such severe psychological trauma that subconsciously he wished to become someone like Lance, but clearly, he misdirected his brutality.
The more the girl cried, the more excited he got, feeling like he was about to explode!
His breathing became rapid.
He grabbed the girl by the hand and dragged her out of the bar through the back door; though his mind was muddled, he knew enough not to make things difficult for the bar.
His lackey had already started the car and was waiting for him. Panting, he said, "Go to the nearest hotel..."
He couldn't wait to get home. He needed it now!
There were many hotels in the Starlight District, after all, it was one of the "tourist attractions" in Golden Port City, with plenty of amenities.
