There, was the Central Hall.
Huge butter candles burned brightly.
A man sat high at the desk, feasting voraciously.
Clothed in splendid garments, he resembled a noble son, yet his manner of eating was extremely unsightly.
With a casual shake of his hand, chicken bones and chicken meat were separated and he stuffed the meat into his mouth with his hands, his eyes carrying a hint of a sinister smile.
"After eating and drinking my fill, I'll deal with Miss Zhang. Although I mustn't kill her… I'll taste her first, and it won't affect our earnings from the Zhang family."
Under his feet, lay a delicate woman with her hands tied, unable to move.
In the shadow of the lamplight, she closed her eyes and shed tears, her face ashen.
A man lightly fanned himself with a feather fan.
