Seeing that Wang Dezhu had fallen silent, the tattooed man, Zhao Qiu, nodded in satisfaction and turned to his henchmen.
"Alright, boys, it's time for us to have a little fun. After we're done, I'll hand out the Spirit Stones…"
"Heh heh, it's finally time. I've been looking forward to this for a long time…" A bald goon leered at Zhang Yuxi, who was lying on her side a short distance away. Her exquisite figure was on display, and her face was a mask of despair.
"Once you're finished, get rid of this woman… I'm leaving," Wang Dezhu said.
"Just get out of here! Don't get in the way of our fun…" The tattooed Zhao Qiu waved his hand dismissively and started walking toward Zhang Yuxi.
The rest of his men crossed their arms, settling in to watch the show.
"Mmph, mmph…"
With a look of despair on her face, Zhang Yuxi watched the thug approach her, knowing what was about to happen. She struggled to move backward, muffled cries for help escaping her lips.
