"Buy me a drink? You're not worthy!"
Du Qingteng sneered at Xu Luo. "Kneel. Give me three loud kowtows—and don't you dare use your energy to resist. I want to see blood. Then, you'll say 'Master Du, I was wrong' three times, get the hell out, and I might just spare your life!"
"Lord Du, please, you're a man of great stature..." Fuqu, the beautiful proprietor of the Divine Maiden Tower, pleaded from the side, trying to defuse the situation.
SLAP!
A young man beside Du Qingteng raised his hand and slapped Fuqu right across her delicate, flawless cheek. A crimson handprint immediately blossomed on her face.
The slap left Fuqu completely stunned. She stood frozen, eyes rimmed with red as she bit down hard on her lower lip, refusing to let her tears fall.
Though a woman, as the proprietor of the Divine Maiden Tower's flagship location, Fuqu was no ordinary person. She had always been known for her tact and diplomacy, and she was extremely well-connected.
