Chapter 95 You’d Better Have a Death Wish for Touching Her

• “Boss, it’s a girl.” The window of the shoddy Volkswagen Santana was lowered, and a lecherous snicker could be heard coming from within. “Haha, she looks pretty.”
• Another voice commented, “Hm, it really is a girl. Let’s go check her out.”
• As soon as I heard the conversation, I stepped away from the car in reflex, and then pressed down on the most recent number that I had contacted. When the phone was ringing, a fat guy and a scrawny guy got out of the car. Although the headlights of the car were still on, it wasn’t bright enough to illuminate their faces.