With each vulgar remark accompanied by lecherous laughter, Shen Wan's expression grew colder.
It was both disgusting and frightening.
She was fine with psychological mind games, but when it came to physical danger, she had to admit she couldn't handle it.
"If you want money, I can give it," Shen Wan attempted to negotiate.
Unfortunately...
"Money isn't what we need, darling. We're just looking for some fun," the scruffy blond guy with a baseball bat said, exhaling a cloud of smoke and grinning with stained teeth. While speaking, he even made a suggestive gesture.
Another man, his beer belly protruding like it was about to explode, casually spun a pair of nunchucks. He then pulled a bunch of one-hundred yuan bills from his pocket and tossed them in Shen Wan's direction, saying, "If you're talking about money, big brother's got plenty!"
Shen Wan's face changed, and she glanced behind them. The three men subconsciously turned their heads—
