The bald brute froze for a moment, then split into a wide grin.

Three women wanted to take him on?

Fine. He'd kill the fat one first and see if the rest of them still dared to act tough.

He raised his cleaver—only to see all three women lift their hands at the same time. In their grips were pistols, the black muzzles aimed squarely at him.

Holy shit!

The bald man's hand went slack. With a clang, the cleaver dropped to the floor. He immediately threw his hands up.

"Don't—don't do anything r