Inside the cramped minivan, the lifeless forms of two women lay sprawled. Their haggard appearances told a tale of hardship, as their eyes bore a fierce and venomous glare directed at the man before them.
Qing Cuiying and Qing She, both stripped of their clothing, lay naked and shivering, their bodies filled with the cruel marks of some unspeakable torment they had endured.
Yet, amidst this grim scene, Zhang Wei's countenance exuded an unsettling sense of gratification as he confronted the intensity of their hatred filled stares.
[Host, are you finally acknowledging your sadistic tendencies?]
The system couldn't help but interject, shattering the twisted satisfaction that had momentarily consumed Zhang Wei. Once again, a vow escaped his lips, swearing to one day exact revenge upon the system spirit the instant she materialized before him.
