"9 million!" Denise shouted from his VIP room, excitement gleaming in his eyes as he gazed at the weapon.
"This is the perfect weapon for someone like me. Only the Drake family has the strength to wield something like this. My father would easily lift this weapon since the sword he wields is something no one else can even budge—not even me." Denise's grin widened with pride as he ogled the spear.
Beneath him, the woman writhed with a mixture of pain and despair. Her lustful moans seemed hollow, her eyes vacant and lifeless, resembling a broken doll discarded after use.
The other two women, still trembling, looked at their friend in horror. Their naked bodies quivered as Denise's gaze landed on them, sending a chill down their spines.
'Why did we decide to come along with this cruel, heartless bastard?! This is the end for us!' Both women cried inwardly, terror etched on their faces.
"10 million!"
