"Ow, ow, ow..." The bald man howled in pain.
Sawyer grabbed his wrist, twisted it sharply, and pinned him to the sofa with his arm behind his back.
The bald man hadn't expected the girl to be so skilled. He quickly called to his accomplice, "Archer, get over here and pull her off me!"
"Got it!" replied Archer, the man with the short ponytail. Just as he was about to move, several uniformed police officers burst in. The dark muzzles of their guns were pointed right at him, and his face instantly turned pale with fright.
The bald man, face-down on the sofa, had no idea what was happening behind him. He was still yelling, "Hurry up and grab this bitch! I'm gonna screw her until she's crying and begging for mercy!"
After shouting, he noticed the unnerving silence around him. He frowned and urged, "Archer, stop dawdling! Hurry up!"
The Archer he was calling for had already received a new pair of "silver bracelets."
