South Harbour City.
In a cell, a line of men was successively tied to crucifixes.
"Smack!"
A whip descended, rendering one man bloody and mangled.
"Who are you?!"
Ming Yuwei brandished the whip, shouting sternly.
The man, already battered and bruised, struggled to lift his head, glanced at her, and said weakly, "I am Chu Zifeng!"
"Smack!"
Another whip went down.
"Attend me!"
Immediately, two uniformed women strutted over, wiggling their hips.
They were clad in sexy skimpy outfits, wore sultry makeup, and looked incredibly seductive.
Such women were common enough in bars, nightclubs, brothels, but their presence in a cell was somewhat unusual.
"What are you going to do?"
Looking at these two provocative women, Chu Zifeng didn't show any excitement, but a look of fear instead.
He quickly closed his eyes, and began to mutter.
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
The two women ignored his chatter and drew closer to him.
"Back off!"
Ming Yuwei commanded coldly.