An Yiqing frowned as she watched several grown men crying and wailing, their fear of death plaguing their visage, feeling frustrated within.
"Stop howling! Who is your big sister!" She massaged her temples in pain and said helplessly, "All six of you combined are almost two hundred years old, who is your big sister!"
An Yiqing extended her toe and gently kicked away the man pressing on her shoe, asking coldly, "What exactly do you know? I want the whole truth without missing a word!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Heroine, we really don't know how we got here! We're just ordinary street thieves with a bit of ancient martial arts background, so we've always had it easy in this line of work. But on the night of January the eleventh, we went to a bar and partied all night long. Seems like we bumped into someone, and after that, we don't know anything. By the time we came to our senses, we were already tied up and brought here. Heroine, we're telling the truth, please, miss, please let us go!"
