"Damn it, it's all stationery!" The thug with the yellow hair cursed and kicked the scattered items on the ground in frustration.
Indeed, just as Xiuqin had claimed, her bag was filled with stationery items like pens, markers, notebook covers, and pencil cases.
Xiuqin desperately gathered the scattered stationery while tearfully pleading, "Please, let me go. I really have no money! I've spent all my earnings on medicine for my husband, who's not in good health!"
One of the thugs, who looked like a thug himself, smirked and said, "Your husband is not well? Heh, heh. Although you're a bit older, you still look decent. How about you come live with me, and I'll treat you to the finest things in life?"
As he spoke, this thug's hands began to wander, and Xiuqin resisted as best as she could. However, she was no match for the control of three men. The situation was escalating toward a heinous act, happening in broad daylight.