The prostitute, bare-bottomed, picked up her clothes and, without bothering to put them on, took off running.
"Catch her," Sekiya Ganta bellowed, and Aoki Hiroshi and Ota Nobe lunged forward immediately, catching up to the prostitute, grabbing her arms, and dragging her back.
"Aihara-chan, please be ruthless for the sake of survival!" Sekiya Ganta picked up a baseball bat and walked over to Aihara Chiharu, handing it to her.
"Is there really no other way?" Aihara Chiharu didn't take it, her round face twisted in conflict.
This Japanese girl wasn't tall, barely reaching 1.6 meters, with an average looking face, scoring about sixty points out of a hundred. She was wearing protective clothing with regular clothes on top, her figure slightly plump. She wasn't beautiful, but the small dimples and the canine tooth on the left side of her mouth made her rather cute.
