Chapter 23

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Sam's eyes. He pulled the gun from his belt and was about to load it. Wham! Irene pried him away and stepped forward, kicking the man solidly in the crotch. The man's face instantly turned purple from the pain. His grip on the door frame loosened, and he fell limply to the ground. Before the other men could rush in, Irene closed the door and locked it. All sorts of vulgar curses exploded through the corridor. Irene pretended not to hear them. After narrowly escaping death like that, Irene's entire body was extremely tense. Now that she was finally safe, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. Before she could even finish letting out that breath, there was a sudden thud by her ear. Sam had fallen to the ground, completely passed out. The girls struggled to drag him into the living room. Even after all that, Sam did not wake up. His face was pale, and the blood on his black T-shirt had congealed into a thick layer. Jenny knew he was badly hurt from