Suddenly, a sudden change occurred as a group of black-clad figures emerged from all directions, aiming their guns at Bradley.
Damn it!
Lost in the heat of the moment earlier, trouble had now found its way to them.
"Bring out Juliet for me!" ordered Juan, who was still crawling on the ground unable to stand.
Quickly, two men dragged the limp Juliet out. Clearly, she had suffered greatly, covered in wounds, hair dishevelled, mouth gagged with black duct tape, and blood staining her thighs. But her eyelashes were still fluttering, a sign of life.
Bradley furrowed his brows, his voice heavy, "Our grievances do not involve the innocent. Let her go."
"Let her go? How can I keep you in check then? I want to torture her right in front of you, let you taste the feeling of helplessness." Juan
