"Hehe, to be honest, she's such a pretty chick that I do feel a bit reluctant to lay a hand on her! It's such a shame to just kill her; if we could have a bit of fun with her, it would be great. I've never done a cop in my life!" The man in the black trench coat showed an expression of regret on his face.
"You better not get any funny ideas. No matter how beautiful this chick is, she still has to die. That's an order from above. This policewoman must die! Otherwise, we won't be able to explain it." The tattooed man's voice was filled with murderous intent as he spoke heavily.
"Alright, just kill her! There are plenty of pretty women in this world, and there's no need to hang ourselves on one tree!" The man in the black trench coat shrugged, speaking nonchalantly.
To him, after all, beautiful women were just playthings; even if they could please him, their ultimate fate was still death!
