Xiang Yu's fingernails had already deeply embedded into his palms, blood flowing freely, but he seemed not to notice, his face still indifferent.
"Yan Bin, this isn't right, is it? She's just a child," suddenly said Xiang Yu, his words ice-cold, even carrying a hint of murderous intent.
But everyone, including Sheng Wantao, was deeply engrossed in the 'show,' completely oblivious to the change in Xiang Yu's expression.
"What, you feel pity for her? She's not anybody to you, why the pity?" Yan Bin said disparagingly. If the last 'show' was a warning to everyone, this 'show' was truly meant to be entertaining.
In the center cage, two men had already caught hold of the young girl. One grasped the girl's arms to prevent her from struggling, while the other was already on top of her, beginning to tear at her clothes.
"Godfather, how do you like this show? Do you enjoy it? This is a live version, absolutely no fakery," chuckled Yan Bin.
