Chapter: 754

The men's smirks widened at the sound of crying as they reveled in their twisted pleasure from women's pain.

The one-eyed man paused, then turned to the crew-cut man. "We've got thirty minutes. After that, we're outta here," he said, his tone firm.

The crew-cut man's stomach dropped. He knew the one-eyed guy called the shots in the gang. Was this their last hurrah tonight? Was there any hope of getting out?

"Alright."

In their eyes, the four women were just some fragile and dainty beauties who couldn't even throw a punch to save their Lives.

With his gun stashed away, the crew-cut man flexed his fingers and headed towards the woman in the wheelchair.

“Hey, sweetheart, time to undress!"

Seated across from Norah, the one-eyed man eyed her up, his gaze lingering on her figure before settling on her face.

"Make your choice: life or death. If you choose life, start undressing," he barked.

Norah and Alice remained frozen, as did Joanna, holding Susanna close.

The crew-cut man chuckled. “Guess you don't understand our Language, huh? Well, too bad for you!"

Reaching for Joanna's hair, he was stopped by Alice.

“Patience, sweetheart. Your turn is coming."

The crew-cut man, assuming Alice was eager to go first, was thrilled.

"Just sit back and watch."

Alice, not understanding the man's words, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

The crew-cut man, caught off guard, felt a powerful twist on his wrist, then a sharp snap. His right hand was broken.

“Ah, my wrist! It is broken!!" Ah!!!!!" he screamed in pain, trying to pull his hand back. His left hand hung strangely, the broken bone sticking out through his skin, making for a gruesome and bloody sight.

Susanna, horrified, trembled all over. She had just looked up and seen the awful scene, and her screams grew louder.

Joanna gently patted her shoulder, whispering comfortingly, "Susanna, don't look at it. With Norah and Alice here, we'll be fine.

She trusted Norah's fighting skills and Alice's courage. Norah's calmness meant they had a plan.

“I belong to the Andrews family, I suggest you leave quickly, the guards and police will arrive any moment."

The crew-cut man, dizzy with anger from his broken wrist, snapped back, "You're one of the Andrews family? Then I'm the head of this family, Darwin Andrews. Call me daddy, sweetie."

“Hey! Fuck you!" Joanna shouted back and threw a bottle from the table at him. "Shut the fuck up."