She was terrified to the extreme.
With her eyes bulging, she convulsed as pain made her body curl up, writhing on the icy ground like an earthworm struggling for survival.
To Emperor Quan, breaking someone's hand was child's play. His face showed not the slightest change in expression. After doing the deed, he slowly stood up and gracefully wiped his hands, his voice as chilling as the King of Hell itself, pouring the outcome of his earlier words directly into Du Xiaoren's ears.
"My most precious person is Zhan Se. If you had been good and befriended her, there would have been many benefits… What a pity, you missed your chance."
"Quan… please… spare… me…" Du Xiaoren, in so much pain she couldn't speak a full sentence, mumbled inarticulately.
Emperor Quan coldly curled his lips, noncommittally turned his back, and waved to two guards at the door.
"Drag her out."
"Yes!"
