The men looked displeased.
We're all adults here, though we're driven by buffs, it's consensual.
But if someone comes over to interrupt us now, it's a different story.
The men, watching the prize escape before their eyes, glared at Josh with an unfriendly expression: "You better mind your own business, understand?"
The girl hiding behind Josh was so scared she clutched the clothes she just put on, whimpering as she clung to Josh, gripping her sleeve tightly: "I'm scared... please, sis, don't hand me over."
Josh said nothing, folding her arms and looking at the men.
The men simultaneously showed mocking smiles.
Someone recognized Josh, and emboldened by lust and the dim enclosed environment, he couldn't help but laugh aloud, boldly stepping forward: "Aren't you that Josh from the Golden Shit Stirrer? A mere E-rank Spiritual Power User, don't meddle with us, just hand over the little girl, and we'll let you go."
