"What?"
"Never mind, we'll talk this through after we're done with all these," Austin waved his hand dismissively upon noticing the blank look on Lothar's face.
He stood up and approached Sasha. "Do you need any help?"
"No, master. I've finished my part," Sasha replied, patting her hands together as if she'd just disposed of trash.
Across from her, Adal's face was streaked with tears and snot, his ten fingers twisted and bent unnaturally.
His throat was raw and parched from screaming as Sasha broke his fingers, one by one just now.
He glared daggers at Sasha, unable to believe the woman he viewed to be nothing but a spoilt brat had unknowingly grown into something he could no longer defeat. Her growth was as monstrous as her father's!
Even if he did survive today, if the words of him getting defeated by Sasha were got out, his reputation would definitely be smeared.
What a disgrace!
