"Better than nothing," Tang Zheng worried that other mistakes might occur, so he quickly rushed back, only to see Teng Yuangxiang grasping the Korean woman's collar, swinging left and right, relentlessly slapping her cheeks.
The passage was filled with the crisp sound of slaps, and the Korean woman didn't dare make any noise, not even a slight scream, for fear of Teng Yuangxiang's violent beating.
"You bitch, spit out everything you know, the numbers, abilities, equipment." Teng Yuangxiang stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips, her eyes full of brutality as she glared at the Korean woman.
"No, I don't know," the Korean woman wasn't lying; she was just a newbie who didn't understand anything.
"Hmph, no crying until you see the coffin," Teng Yuangxiang grabbed the woman's long hair, lifting her face, and then pulled out a dagger without hesitation, cutting her face, creating a wound.
The Korean woman screamed in agony.
