"Cough cough..."
In the quiet hall, a man's coughing voice sounded. The man with the Eastern face began to cough violently after he finished speaking.
The leader glanced at him, waiting for him to finish coughing before asking leisurely, "What will you pledge as guarantee?"
"My life!" the Eastern man's pale face flushed with an abnormal redness.
As the man finished speaking, a soft gasp echoed in the hall; several men sneered and cast lascivious glances towards Zhang Erya.
The leader nodded, pushed the man's hand aside, and gestured towards Zhang Erya with a dining knife while softly uttering a syllable, "Swoosh!"
"Ah... Urgh..."
Thud!
Yelena tightly closed her eyes, feeling a chill sweep across her face, followed by a burst of short, agonizing screams behind her, and then the sound of bodies struggling on the ground.
Her fingers were trembling slightly, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.
