Rong Shaoze dragged her inside, and in that instant, she struggled frantically, instinctively refusing to enter, even preferring death.
The man forcefully held her waist, effortlessly picking her up, and with large strides, he entered.
As the heavy curtains parted, the blinding lights inside made her squint instinctively.
On seeing Rong Shaoze enter, the rough and unpleasant clamor came to an abrupt halt. Lin Xinlan opened her eyes to find herself in a spacious underground gambling den.
All around were men, each with eyes bloodshot, their ugliness on full display.
Here, they shed their civilized facades, fully revealing the dark and vicious sides of their hearts.
Their glances at her were too primal, too bare, making Lin Xinlan shrink away, subconsciously leaning closer into Rong Shaoze's embrace.
The man chuckled low, his voice betraying no emotion.
