"Clap... Clap... Clap..."
The first round was over.
Albain stood up.
He clapped three times for Dirk Carter.
Nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad, quite manly."
After speaking.
He turned to the man holding Sierra Vincent and said, "Take her pants off."
Even though Sierra Vincent struggled.
But she was no match for the two men.
Just like that.
Her riding pants were stripped off.
Still that iconic thong.
A palm-sized piece of fabric, covering the barren "land."
Even worse, this thong was almost transparent.
Among the women Dirk Carter knew, Sierra Vincent was probably the one who most liked wearing thongs, since she never had the trouble of vegetation she couldn't hide.
"Oh oh oh, this chick is quite the tease, even wearing a thong, tsk tsk tsk, no wonder our brother Dirk Carter is risking his life to protect her, she's a real gem, even I can hardly hold back."
Even if Sierra Vincent tried her best to cross her legs to cover the exposed triangle area, what use was it, since such a big piece of fabric had a hard time even covering a mouth.
"Hey boss, she's a white tiger."
One of the men excitedly said.
"Oh, she really is, a purebred white tiger, this breed is hard to find now, and I've managed to come across one."
Albain squatted down.
He stared at the gap between Sierra Vincent's legs and observed closely.
Then spat on the ground and said, "Disappointing, she's actually a white tiger, I'm not touching this chick later, any of you dare to have her?"
"Why wouldn't we, I'm going for it!"
Someone shouted loudly.
In this banter, Sierra Vincent was overwhelmed with shame and anger.
But she could do nothing about it.
Dirk Carter took a step forward.
Took a deep breath and shouted, "Come on, continue!"
Even though he hadn't recovered, seeing Sierra Vincent humiliated like this, he couldn't care anymore.
Albain sneered, waved his hand, and shouted, "Begin!"
As soon as the words were out.
The guy holding a stick from the second round swung it with full force, smashing towards Dirk Carter's left thigh.
With another thud.
This time Dirk Carter couldn't stand steady and staggered back several steps.
The veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat beads on his forehead became denser.
Another person came forward, swung again, and hit Dirk Carter on the right leg.
Staggering back another step, he barely managed to stabilize himself, at least without falling.
The force of these two strikes was immense.
Though Dirk Carter was still standing, both his legs began to shake, and his whole body was like a sieve, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"Wow, impressive, you're still not down, didn't expect that."
Albain sighed.
He walked up to Sierra Vincent, sleazily licked his lips, then grabbed a corner of her sports vest and yanked hard with a ripping sound, pulling the whole vest off her.
What appeared was a black bra.
This bra was quite shallow.
The two spheres wrapped inside appeared firm and round, very enticing.
The masked men standing around started eyeing Sierra Vincent up and down; in their fantasies, they probably had already taken her down.
"Third round!"
Albain shouted.
Dirk Carter gritted his teeth and moved forward, step by step.
At this point, Sierra Vincent didn't care about herself anymore, looking at Dirk Carter, tears welled up uncontrollably, and at that moment, immense sorrow enveloped her.
She genuinely didn't want Dirk Carter to suffer anymore.
"Bang!"
There were two more ruthless blows.
Both landed on his back.
Dirk Carter just felt his entire back was on fire, burning with pain, his face so red as if blood would squeeze out.
Sweat had soaked his whole body.
His eyeballs seemed like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
He breathed heavily.
As if if he slowed down even a little, he might faint any moment.
At this moment, Albain's face was already a bit grim.
In his imagination, toppling Dirk Carter should have taken at most three rounds.
Not saying unconscious, but at least he wouldn't be able to stand.
But with three rounds over, though he looked miserable, he hadn't fallen yet.
"Again!"
It felt like a mix of anger and embarrassment.
This time.
Leopard directly tore off Sierra Vincent's black lace underwear.
Two white rabbits bounced out.
Some people, seeing this scene, excitedly whistled.
Dirk Carter lifted his head with effort, looking at Sierra Vincent, seemingly telling her, don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you.
Sierra Vincent was crying almost to the point of collapsing, although she still had a thong left, at this moment, she was virtually no different from being naked.
No way.
Must uphold her final dignity.
Dirk Carter silently told himself.
Then he exhaled deeply, slowly extended his hand, pointed at the four people from the final two groups, and said, "All of you, come at once!"
All at once?
This kid is nuts, right?
Perhaps they were intimidated by Dirk Carter's audacity, or perhaps they feared he'd die by their hands.
The four of them looked at Leopard.
But Leopard, instead, seemed to feel humiliated.
He cursed, "Since he's seeking death, we'll oblige him. Whoever prevents him from standing today, I'll give this woman's first time to him, plus fifty thousand bucks."
The allure of cash coupled with the allure of a beautiful woman.
It made the eyes of the remaining four people turn red.
The first person charged, directly going for Dirk Carter's left calf with a thud.
This time, Dirk Carter couldn't hold it.
With a fall, his left leg knelt down.
Wave after wave of pain nearly made him lose consciousness.
Thud.
The right calf got it next.
This time, both of Dirk Carter's legs were kneeling.
Immediately afterward.
Each of his arms received a blow.
Ten blows in total.
Dirk Carter knelt on the ground, saliva dripping from his mouth, clothing visibly soaked, his body trembling uncontrollably, yet, he didn't completely collapse.
An illusion.
It must be an illusion.
Such vicious ten blows.
No one could withstand it.
Dirk Carter didn't even look that strong, yet how did he endure it?
"Heh heh, I... I won, you... you said you'd keep your word, let... let us go!"
Dirk Carter stammered these words out.
Furious, Leopard was trembling all over.
He gritted his teeth, lifted his foot, and kicked Dirk Carter over, knocking him to the ground, shouting, "Let you go? Dream on, I'm here for both of you today, how could I let you go?"
Dirk Carter propped himself on the ground.
Wobbling, he tried several times.
Finally, he struggled to sit up.
Wiped the saliva and dust from the corner of his mouth, looked at Leopard, and said, "You... you're despicable."
"Heh heh, so what if I'm despicable? What can you do about it? I'm telling you, today the heavens won't respond, the earth won't work, whatever I say goes."
After that.
He sneered coldly.
Asked, "Do you want to watch your woman get gangbanged by my brothers?"
"You dare!?"
Dirk Carter angrily shouted.
Leopard laughed loudly to the sky, "Haha, I don't dare? What do I not dare to do? What can you do about it? I brought thirty people here today, can you, in your current state, take thirty on one?"
Dirk Carter sat where he was.
Watching Leopard's arrogant demeanor.
Suddenly, he caught some very faint sounds in his ears.
Upon hearing this sound.
His lips curled into a smile.
"What are you laughing at?"
Seeing him laugh in such a situation.
Leopard asked, a bit confused.
Dirk Carter opened his mouth and slowly said, "I still stand by what I said, if anyone here touches her, I'll personally castrate them!"
"Hahaha, really? Is anyone here daring enough?"
Leopard asked loudly.
At this moment.
A masked man next to him stepped out, sleazy, and said, "Boss, let me, damn it, I haven't had such a pretty girl before, I'll go first!"
Then he began undressing.
Leopard walked over to Dirk Carter, squatted down, lightly slapped his face twice, and disdainfully asked, "Didn't you say I wouldn't dare? Come on then, here's a live broadcast for you!"
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