Wei Anning looked at the two rough men who came in, her heart skipped a beat. If there was only Div in the room, she felt confident she could handle him, but with two more people, she was completely at a disadvantage.
The three quickly formed a surrounding stance, trapping her in the corner against the wall. She clutched the photo frame in her hand, dark red blood dripping from it, "What do you want?"
Div clutched the back of his head, grimacing in pain. He looked at Wei Anning as if she were a piece of fatty meat, "What do you think we want? Naturally, we want to love you properly."
Wei Anning pressed her lips together, swiftly calculating in her mind the odds of her taking on three people at once.
"Bro, this chick is pretty fierce. I like her. It'll be exciting to deal with her soon," one man stroked his goatee, speaking lewdly.
