Thump! Thump!
Boom!
The revolving door finally couldn't withstand the immense force and was kicked half to pieces.
Then, seven people swarmed in, rushing into the room that was only lit by mood lamps.
In the ambiguous pink light, they immediately saw the quilt on the bed bulging and continuously writhing, while Claire's passionate moans emanated from beneath it.
The seven men clearly paused for a moment.
Afterward, the giant of a man leading the group grabbed Jessie by the head as if she was a little chicken, lifting her up single-handedly.
"This is what you called a 'situation'?"
Jessie felt as if her head was about to be crushed, struggling in terror and continuously slapping the giant's arm.
"Alright, Korudo, if you don't let go now, she's going to die in your grip."
A person to the side couldn't bear to watch any longer and spoke somewhat helplessly.
Korudo grunted and finally released his hand.
Thud!
