Erica, on the other hand, was ready to fight her way on her own, but

Kirk suddenly took out a black object that was attached to his waist and placed it on the table next to him.

Erica didn't fail to notice it was a gun.

However, she never thought that Kirk had access to this sort of weapon.

Putting away her dagger, Erica smiled at him.

"Kirk, how about we talk about it?"

Then they both Laughed at one another.

Kirk then crooked his finger at her and said hoarsely, “Come here and let me have a look at you." Suppressing the sick feeling in her stomach, Erica took two steps forward. Everyone present was instantaneously watchful of her every move.

Kirk stared at her for a long time until he finally nodded.

"Good. I'LL give you two choices. The first one is to be my woman. And the second is to die here."

As she had found out their secret, there was no way they could keep this woman alive.

*Be your woman? Do you honestly think you deserve me? Screw you!' Erica smiled, pretending to be amused by the offer. However, she was indeed cursing the man inwardly the whole time.

The gun was right next to her now. As long as she was fast enough, she would be able to reach it out.

Yet she couldn't fool Kirk. Seeming to understand her intentions, he stretched out his hand to get the gun.

Erica gave him a quick kick on the wrist before she moved to grab the weapon.

However, as soon as she reached out for it, one of the other men beside the table raised his dagger and stabbed her hand, forcing her to retreat and give up on the idea altogether.

Immediately, she had to come up with a new plan.

So, she turned around and rushed to the door. But all she could find was a closed door, at the same time someone came and attacked her from behind. In order to protect herself, she had no choice but to deal with these people first.

“Erma, if you move again, I'LL shoot you!" Kirk's face was still pale after the kick he got. Yet, with his uninjured left hand, he raised the gun and aimed at the woman at the door.

‘Damn it! I'm trapped now!

Erica raised her hands above her head and surrendered obediently. She slowly turned around to confirm her predicament. Yes, Kirk was pointing a gun at her.

Kirk stood up from his seat and grabbed the dagger from the hand of his goon. He stalked toward Erica brandishing the knife, his expression dangerous like a jungle cat.

“Hey, Kirk. What are you doing? Let's not be hasty here! Didn't you ask me to be your woman?" Erica couldn't laugh anymore, seeing the gun and dagger in his hands. She was almost hysterical, so she forced herself to try and calm down.

Kirk pressed the tip of the dagger against her chest and slowly moved up. At last, he pressed it against her smooth chin. With an evil smile on his face, he said, "I could cut your garments to ribbons. I might even cut you in the process. Should we do this here, or maybe go somewhere more...private?"

‘Damn it! You bastard!' Erica couldn't help cursing in her heart.