Inside the building, no one was aware of the impending danger.
On the third floor, somewhere in a room:
Bang!
A door burst open as a figure was thrown inside. Three men folded their arms and sneered at the figure they had pushed in.
"Why are you doing this to me?" the woman's voice asked in puzzlement. Her tone contained disbelief. "I have done nothing wrong."
"As a slave, you don't have the right to ask questions. If I want to hit you, I can."
"Yeah, here, fists speak for everything. If you're dissatisfied, fight us. Hahaha..."
The woman's face turned pale, and her lips trembled. She still bargained with words. "But I'm not. I have my role..."
"If the warlord asks you to serve him, what can you do?" One of the men laughed and pointed out the fact. "Will you resist? Come on, don't think that I don't know bitches like you want to climb higher."
