With that, he made a throat-slitting gesture.
Although they couldn't see the gesture, the men were a seasoned crew and knew exactly what he meant.
They all nodded.
Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the man's face, immediately followed by a soft, gentle voice.
"And what is it you're planning to do?"
The man hadn't processed what was happening and answered reflexively, "Kill her, of course. I was gonna let the boys have some fun with her first, but that little bitch seems like a tough nut to crack..."
The man felt something was off. A flicker of confusion crossed his dark eyes.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He stiffly turned his head toward Chloe Sinclair.
Chloe Sinclair was holding a small, silver flashlight. Its powerful beam was fixed on the thug, and she wiggled it slightly.
