The rusty iron door creaked open, followed by the fading click of high heels.
Laura's left hand tightened around a broken metal shard on the ground, and her eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.
Even if she died here, she would make sure to take a few with her.
The gang members exchanged uneasy glances, clearly reluctant.
Their boss was gone, but who would carry out her orders now?
These criminals were no strangers to robbery, assault, drug trafficking, and even murder. But breaking a woman who was already bruised and barely recognizable was beyond their usual threshold.
The crew-cut leader eyed the large sum in his account and signaled to the dreadlocked thug and a lanky man beside him. "You two were on guard last night, so keep at it. Don't worry, I'll double your cut."
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