Upon seeing her, Ben's expression turned lecherous. His eyes roamed over her chest, waist, and thighs with a disturbing hunger.
"Ooohh, you want to join us, baby? That's great. Just wait a bit, and we'll come to you," he said with a twisted smile, as the rest of the thugs mirrored his lustful expression and began to surround the woman.
"Hmph!" the woman snorted before slamming her metal arm into a nearby thug and sweeping her long left prosthetic leg across the group, sending them flying.
The force of the kick sent the thugs tumbling, each clutching their ribs, arms, or wherever they had been struck. All of them were stunned by the woman's ferocity—except for Ben, who stood beside Maximilian with a twisted smile.
"Fierce, huh? I like it. The fiercer, the better," Ben said as he pulled a handgun from behind his back and pointed it at the woman.
"Hah! Don't you dare move, or else—" he began, grinning smugly.
Bang!
SPLASHHH!
