Part 25 # Critical Time

Finally, the shortcut that the leader of the X merchants had devised was to dispose of Arren. They wanted to eliminate their connection to the kidnapping case; Arren had to be killed.

"B-but, Miss,"

"Shut up! Just follow my orders!"

"Alright."

The thin, gaunt man immediately went to the isolation cell in their hideout. He had no choice but to carry out his boss's instructions.

"Hey! Girl!" he called out to Arren, who was trembling in the corner of her cell, asleep.

"What do you want?"

"Such a pity, your life must end today," he sneered.

Arren's eyes widened; she didn't expect him to come to kill her.

"How dare you!" Arren shouted, this time standing up and assuming a defensive stance. Arren couldn't defend herself.

"Tsk! Be quiet! Okay, or this will hurt!"

The man hadn't drawn his weapon yet, but he had removed his clothes.

"Let's play for a little while before you die, okay?" he said, approaching Arren with lust in his eyes.

Arren struck him with all her strength, which wasn't much.