Several men, following the boss's command, stood aside and did not dare to approach, but their mouths were not idle.
"Little girl, it's such a shame for someone as pretty as you to die, just spend a good night with our President Li and it would be all over!"
"Exactly, come here, let brother take that bottle from you, wouldn't want you to hurt these tender hands of yours, it would break my heart!"
...
Luo Xiaoqian cowered in front of a pillar, tightly gripping the bottles, incessantly pleading out loud.
"Don't come near, stay away from me!"
She did not listen clearly to what they were saying—her ears rang with a buzzing noise, and the sounds were all muddled. The men's faces looked vicious and terrifying in the dim room.
Li Defu quickly arrived, followed by subordinates holding a dripping wet umbrella.
Glancing at Luo Xiaoqian shrinking against the pillar, her spirit and body nearly at their limits, he gestured to the tattooed man with a slight nod.
