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    Fortunately, the car was a stronghold; despite their relentless blows, the ss only bore faint marks.


    Unable to breach it, the gang pressed their faces against the tinted windows, trying to glimpse inside, but the one-way ss let Sandra observe them clearly while they saw nothing. Their agitation grew, and they leaped around the car like frenzied beasts, causing it to sway.


    The relentless rocking shredded Sandra’s nerves; she yearned to drive straight through them and flee, but the threat of prison held her back.


    Shaking, she turned the key, started the engine, and edged the car forward a little, hoping they would back off.


    The white-haired leader vaulted onto the hood, squatting before the windshield and smashing his bat against it, leaving minor marks.


    With a malicious grin, he jeered, “Come on, darling, step out! Come have some fun with us.”


    His proximity overwhelmed Sandra with terror, tears cascading down her cheeks. She had witnessed debt collectors harass her mother, but none had ever been this brazen.


    Sobbing hysterically, she feltpletely paralyzed.


    The leader shouted to his crew, “Hey, smash the car!”


    Desperate to escape, Sandra floored the elerator, jolting the car forward. The leader, caught off bnce, rolled off the hood.


    Infuriated, he roared, “Break it! Trash it! Derick, you’re the lock expert, right? Crack this open! We’re not leaving without her!”


    “On it, Mitch!” Derick responded.


    Sandra knew she had to act fast or she’d be trapped.


    Her driving was shaky, and as she swerved, she grazed another car, which halted her escape. The gang erupted in mockingughter, their jeers reverberating through the parking structure.


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    Some rushed to block her path, pounding the car like lunatics. A yellow-haired thug tampered with the driver’s side door, attempting to jimmy the lock.


    Sandra quickly checked, making sure her doors were secure.


    “Mitch, it’s not budging!” the lockpicker shouted after multiple failed tries.


    He was supposedly a master at cracking any vehicle, yet this one resisted.


    “Damn, no surprise it costs a fortune. This thing’s a fortress!” Mitch Kirk muttered, grudgingly awed. “When can I snag one?”


    His gang went wild, hammering the car with even more ferocity. Sandra’s terror reached its peak.


    She couldn’t worry about hitting them anymore. Jamming the car into reverse, she floored the elerator, then switched gears and screeched forward, toppling the white-haired leader off the roof after he had gotten up.


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