The moment the order was given, the Skull Fangs members exchanged glances before breaking into loud, mocking laughter, clearly convinced that the situation was nothing more than entertainment for them.
One of them stepped forward, licking his lips as his gaze roamed shamelessly over Elaine's body. "Well, well… if it isn't the pretty little doctor who couldn't even pay her debts. What brings you here, sweetheart? Come to beg for mercy?"
Another bandit snorted, nudging his companion with his elbow. "Mercy? Nah, she's probably here to settle the payment the only way she can. Heard her clinic went up in flames. Guess selling that body is all she's got left."
A third man let out a crude laugh, gripping his weapon loosely as if he didn't consider her a threat at all.
"Why make this difficult, bitch? Drop the gun and spread your legs. We might even be gentle… if we're in a good mood."
More laughter erupted from the group, their expressions twisted with anticipation and cruelty.
