Chapter 97
The alley was dimly lit, the stench of cigarettes and damp concrete filling the air. A group of thugs loitered at the entrance, their eyes gleaming with something vile.
"Boy, you're too scrawny, and you don't look like you have much strength. Why don't you let us borrow your girl for some fun?"
"Yeah, man. You're barely enough for one. You think you can handle two? Why don't we step in and take care of that for you?"
"My patience is running thin, and I need to let off some steam. I'm sure she won't mind."
Finn turned around slowly. Four men stood there, the glow of their cigarettes casting eerie shadows on their faces. One had a scruffy beard, his sunken eyes showing signs of substance abuse. The other three were bulkier, clad in short sleeves, their postures oozing aggression.
Finn's expression remained neutral. "They aren't sisters."
He let out a sigh, raising his hands in mock defeat. Did these guys seriously think they were about to have some twisted fun in an alleyway?
"Who gives a damn?" The leader of the gang growled. "Hand her over and get lost."
Finn arched an eyebrow. "Morons."
He took a step forward, fully intending to deal with these lowlifes. But before he could do anything, another voice cut through the air.
"Oh? You want to play with me too?"