"It's your honor to carry on the Rick Family's legacy."
The old woman, full of authority and with a condescending tone, looked at Ye Tong with malice.
This audacious bastard dared to sully the noble bloodline of the Rick Family. She must be taught a lesson today!
"You wretched thing, how dare you break Bob's heart and attempt to hurt people and escape? You deserve to die—"
The old woman turned and picked up a spiked whip from a tray, lashing it fiercely at Ye Tong's back.
"Crack—"
The small barbs on the whip tore through Ye Tong's tailored clothing, drawing thin threads of red.
Ye Tong gritted her teeth, enduring the searing pain on her back, desperately trying to move her legs, but she still felt nothing.
"Save your strength. You've been poisoned with a neurotoxin. Without an antidote, don't even think about standing up again."
The old woman lashed Ye Tong again, with more force, drawing even more blood and flesh.
