"Damn it, they're bringing out the professional tools, this is going to get nasty!"
Lin Mu's eyes widened, full of astonishment.
Roland obviously sensed Young Master Wei's intentions as well. Her face changed drastically, and she couldn't hold back the fear and dread in her heart any longer, turning around to escape this treacherous place. But unfortunately, she was a weak woman, how could she be a match for Young Master Wei? She hadn't run more than two steps before someone grabbed her hair and pulled her back. After a struggle, her hands and feet were shackled.
"Damn it, still trying to run? You insolent bitch, tired of living?"
Young Master Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead, flicked his whip, and with a crisp sound, a blood-red lash mark appeared on Roland's snow-white calf.
"Please... Young Master Wei, I'm begging you, let me go back... sob sob!"
Roland screamed miserably, tears uncontrollably flowed from her eyes.
