"Transfer the money back," Switch repeated.
"Oh… sweetheart, I could consider that. As long as you sck my dck. That is… Hahaha!" Doc laughed in defiance, daring them to kill him.
"C'mon… I know what kind of guy you like. The honest-looking, normal type—like that guy, Max. But you always end up worse, don't you? C'mon, why don't you tell this muscle-head the truth? That's why you were my—bi—"
Pow!
Ricardo's punch cut off whatever Doc was about to say. But instead of stopping him, it only made Doc laugh even harder.
"Hahaha! HAHAHAHA!! I don't even feel a thing!"
Switch glared at Doc, her eyes filled with fury, her teeth clenched. She said nothing. Instead, she stood up and picked up a strange-looking device—a helmet covered in tubes and electronics, with several thick cords connecting it to the large server in the room.
"Enjoy… Doc," Switch said coldly, and pressed the Enter key.
