The other five men.
Their eyes were all ice-cold.
As if they tacitly approved of the buzz cut guy's behavior.
Dirk Carter shouted, "First, this Miss Yuill is not my woman; second, you already know I'm a deputy department–level official, and you're still pointing a gun at me—you're going to bear the political consequences for that; I really don't know who the person you're looking for is, let her go, now."
To this kind of answer.
The buzz cut guy was not satisfied.
The dagger in his hand kept moving down.
He flicked and sliced off the remaining three buttons in a row.
And just like that.
Liza Yuill's upper body was completely bare.
The buzz cut guy simply yanked the loose shirt right off her.
Liza's bra-covered body was now fully exposed in front of everyone.
Not that kind of spectacular pair of giant white rabbits.
But they weren't small either.
At least a C cup.
Wrapped in a black, very sexy bra.
The buzz cut guy saw this.
