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We quickly go down on our knees obediently.
All waves of panic strike through me."You thought we couldn't get you, huh!"
One of the men, who is taller than the rest, fires a gun at Ren, directing the bullet to his arm.
Ren cries out in sheer pain.
It's then that it hits me that they are here for Ren. Not me. I thought he had got to me... In a sick twisted way, it's kind of a relief.
One man grabs Ren by the neck and pulls his hair back.
"We want our money!"
He's pointing a gun at his naked neck.
"Hey! Stop!" I blurt out.
A painful slap lands on my cheek that puts me in a daze for a whole minute.
"Shut the fuck up hen!!!!"
The tall guy turns to Ren. "You thought you could run away with our gambling money? Huh!" he smacks Ren's jaw,
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