"Don't!" she screamed, hastily moving back, but the chair was unsteady, and with a loud crash, she fell to the ground along with it.
Her hand was heavily crushed by the chair, and her head struck the ground, Chen Zhi cried out in pain, her vision darkening.
"Haha..."
Seeing her like this, the three men erupted in a distasteful laughter.
"So you like lying down, all right, we'll do it lying down."
A hand reached out to grab her collar, yanking it forcefully, and with a ripping sound, her shirt was torn, several buttons popped off and scattered across the floor, rolling far away.
"Please no..." Chen Zhi made a feeble sound, but she didn't have any strength to resist.
Her hand was probably broken, the pain compounded by a previous burn injury. If it weren't for the looming danger, she would have preferred to pass out immediately and not have to endure the agony of broken bones.
"Big brother, is the girl's hand broken?" someone asked with uncertainty.
"No way, let me check."
