"Get away from me!" Heather shouted. She was about to stand up, but her hands were tied to the chair and she couldn't budge.
"Haha, let's spice things up. Find me a rope and tie her up!"
Hardey smirked and was about to place his filthy hands on Heather's chest.
Heather was devastated. She would rather die than let any other man who was not Jacob lay his hand on her.
Bang!
Just then, a gunshot was heard.
Hardey stopped moving as blood spewed from his forehead. He collapsed in a pool of blood.
"Someone has a gun. Help!"
The group of punks screamed and scattered at the sight of blood.
Bang!
Another thug collapsed on the ground and at the same time, a cold voice shouted, "If anyone moves again, he will be next!"
Jacob appeared in front of Heather. His expression was tense and there was a frightening chill in his eyes. He immediately rushed over when Tito and the others identified her location.
"Jacob..."