101 An Exchange

What followed after the laughter was loud clapping sounds from the men surrounding them, but she didn't waste any time. She knew it was to momentarily distract her so that the men could all pounce at her.

She didn't care about the noise as she swung her body again. This time, the chair connected with something else. Instead of another body, a hand had grabbed the leg of the chair, forcing her to remain in place.

Because she was slightly hunched over, she couldn't see anything else other than the long legs of her captors.

"You've put up quite a good fight." Someone spoke to her, his voice different from the leader. It was gruff and deep, highly similar to the men she knew who had been smoking two packs of cigarette a day.

"Huh?" She feigned confusion, pretending to relax her body and finally surrender. Right when she felt the grip on the chair loosen the slightest bit, she attempted to jump back and launch a surprise attack against him.

Did the plan work? No.