Opposite him was a haggard middle-aged woman with her hands tied behind her back.
A masked man in black brandished a dagger and held it to the middle-aged woman's neck.
The man's eyes brimmed with madness and viciousness. He snickered as he looked at Qin Jiuye's sorry state.
"Qin Jiuye, is this woman very important to you?"
"You don't want her to die?"
The sharp blade in his hand suddenly slashed across the middle-aged woman's clothes, ripping most of her clothes off.
"And you don't want to see her defiled?"
Qin Jiuye clenched his fists tightly and said angrily through gritted teeth,
"Let her go. She doesn't know anything."
His black eyes were like the dark night without light as he looked straight at the dozen or so masked men in black opposite him.
"Do whatever you want with me. What's the point of making things difficult for a woman?"
