He grinned lecherously as he looked around for Joyce and finally found Joyce in a corner.
Looking at Joyce, who was hiding in the corner and shivering, her eyes full of fear, he was even more emboldened, his brain was completely occupied by his sexual imagination and his guard was all behind him.
"Hey, hey, come on, help me relax a bit, and I will not treat you badly." As he said, his dirty hand was about to touch Joyce's thin shoulder.
"Bang!"
This man's eyes widened like a copper bell, looking at Joyce incredulously. His legs went limp, tumbling all over. Before his eyes Joyce stood up high holding an iron fire poker in her hands.
The blow was quite serious. He tried to move, but he could not; he wanted to curse, but his throat could not make a sound. Finally he fell down helplessly, closing his eyes.
"Bang!" Joyce hit him hard again with the iron fire poker.
He just fell to the ground and twitched, not even making a sound.
Joyce sighed in relief, certain that he had passed out.
Georgia was alarmed by the sound, and the rope on her feet had been released. She was after all a mercenary, and she was strong enough. The water just now had helped her a lot, and she stood up and came to Joyce.
"He's dead?" Georgia went up and kicked the man.
"No, he just passed out." Joyce threw away the iron fire poker in her hand.
"Why not just kill him? He'll still be looking for us everywhere when he wakes up later." A flash of ruthlessness crossed Georgia's eyes, but unfortunately her hands were still tied behind her back and Joyce didn't untie them for her, otherwise she would have wanted to kill this poor man herself.
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