"Boss, this chick's top quality. We snatched her from the neighboring city. She's about fifteen, tender as hell. What do you think? Same as before—have some fun with her for the night, then contact her family for ransom?"
The two men in black carried the violently struggling sack inside, one at the front and one at the back. Seeing it still writhing, the gang member called Boss strode over and kicked it, instantly silencing it. He then tore it open and took a look, his eyes filled with lust.
"Obviously. Such a pretty little thing—let the brothers have their fill first, then make her family pay a huge price to get her back. That way, we get money and can go out and enjoy ourselves."
"Besides, in times like these, Eight Soul Suppressors won't really bother with gangs like us. And even if they do, they'll just send some green little brats to deal with us. Those kids aren't even fully grown yet. If they come, we'll beat them up..."
Before the gang boss could finish, a loud crash suddenly came from the cabin door, making him flinch.
"Fuck! What was that? Fifth, go take a look!"
The gang member nearest the door stepped forward and opened the crude wooden door. Before he could even see what was happening outside, he was instantly chopped into pieces.
The sudden scene terrified the remaining eight gang members. They had seen plenty of bloody situations, and some of them even had blood on their own hands, but this was the first time they had witnessed something so brutal.
On the fallen door lay the gang member who had been standing guard outside. His eyes were wide open, and a long, sharp black feather was embedded in his forehead. He had clearly been killed