Part One Chapter Twenty-Four Three Men and One Woman
Damn it, I won’t stop doing it until I do it.
My expression instantly became serious: "Yes! And that silver-haired one, do you still remember what happened in the alley that day? Let me tell you, the earring was actually in my hand at that time!"
After hearing my sarcastic words, all their men standing on the rooftop took a deep breath. I don't care what the outcome will be like, I really don't care anymore, at worst I will be killed by them.
The silver-haired man clenched his fists tightly. I knew he felt that he had lost face and was deceived by a low-class little girl like me. But in an instant, his cold expression seemed to be slowly melting. Why?
Will this happen?
"Listen, do you want these earrings? Either give me the password, or pull them off, or let me go." I confronted them as if negotiating.
The final result of a woman facing so many men is like this. You don't have to think about it for sure. However, you can't lose with momentum when you lose.
I played the role of a nympho and was already despised by those two men when I was showing off. Now I was begging them for mercy like a lost dog, which was even more shameless.
One of their younger brothers walked up to me and asked me loudly: "How can you talk to our boss like this?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Damn it, why are there so many obstacles in the way? Damn it, how does he want me to talk to the silver-haired guy? Go down to the ground in a low voice, kneel down and beg for mercy? Play with him like a child.
?
The silver-haired man glanced at the evil man, and the evil man reached out and slapped his little brother hard.
The younger brother shivered and retreated to his original position.
Are you fucking scaring me? The one who slapped me? Tell me that if I don't behave, you will slap me hundreds of times in a row? Go to hell.
"Threatening me?" The silver-haired man spoke, his words were full of coldness. I knew he was scary. Among the three of them, his oppressive aura was the most threatening, but I didn't accept this.
"Don't tell me those useless things. It seems you don't want to choose? Then I'm leaving!" I turned around and walked quickly towards the door.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my clothes, and there was a sound of "tear-----". My top was completely torn, leaving only my underwear. I subconsciously put my hands on my chest in panic.
Psychological anger is rising.
Damn, damn!!! I can't bear it anymore. They can beat me, they can scold me, but they can't insult me. Now they are tearing my clothes off??? This is the first time that my half-naked body is exposed in front of so many men.
, am I just fucking done with swimming?
I turned my head angrily and saw the evil man holding my shirt in his hand and smiling wildly at me: "I'm sorry, the quality of your clothes is so poor."
Damn it: "You guys really went too far!" I didn't give a damn about anything. After yelling, I lowered my hands that were protecting my chest and ran towards that evil man quickly.
Go ahead, stretch out your fist and wave it. The man caught my fist firmly, and with a slight twist, I was caught by his counterattack.
I can't beat him, I can't beat him! How great would it be if Superman could possess me??
"You have so much strength and you still want to fight back?" The evil man's words were full of playfulness. As he spoke, he twisted my arm slightly.
I didn't beg for mercy or show any pain, but I yelled unwillingly: "Don't you fucking look down on others!"