Chapter 152: Little Lamb? This is a Great White Shark!_1
The man picked up the contract, glanced at the signature and seal, and laughed, "He who knows the times is a wise man, you’re very smart, you can save us all a lot of trouble."
Shirley Miller glared at the man, "I’ve already signed, when can we leave?"
The man just smiled, "Next, you’ll need to do a bit of cooperating. If things go smoothly, you can go back tomorrow morning."
Shirley Miller asked, "Cooperate with what?"
The man laughed heartily, "Just a trifle, the night is long and everyone’s bored, let’s find some fun together, I trust you won’t mind."
The several men around them all revealed lecherous gazes and burst into loud laughter.
Shirley Miller’s complexion turned deathly pale; in this remote place, where cries to heaven went unheard and pleas to earth went unanswered, what these men wanted to do, was already clear without saying.
Carson Flores took in his surroundings. Before they signed the contract, in order to pressure Shirley Miller into signing, they’d aimed their guns at Carson Flores and Shirley Miller. But now that the contract was signed, the two gunmen had lowered their weapons, no longer on guard. After all, to them, these two were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly incapable of resistance.