Her eyes were shut tightly with her brows in deep furrow. A streak of blood rolled down from a corner of her mouth as she clenched her teeth tightly; her lips' contour was somewhat distorted as though she were trying to suppress something inside her.
Despite her half-coma state, both her hands were covering her abdomen. She had maintained this strange posture where her body was curled up slightly.
The woman seemed to have fainted from the pain and lay stiff and stark without movement.
The door to the cell opened, and Mu Wanrou sauntered in with a bunch of black-suited burly men in tow.
Standing still in one spot, she signaled one of them with her eyes, and the man standing at one side strode over to the woman.
The man had a hideous scar that covered half of his face, and this made his ugly features even more terrifying.
