Bright Moon Club, in one of the luxurious private rooms.
Ma Shuai looked at Shen Yuyan with a mocking expression on his face.
He was playing with a stone the size of a chicken egg, milky white in color, in his hand.
In front of him stood three burly men in black, firmly holding Zhao Jing, Shen Yuyan's female bodyguard, between them, making it impossible for her to get close to Shen Yuyan.
"How about it, Shen Yuyan, have you made up your mind? Are you willing to be my woman?" Ma Shuai sneered maliciously. "If I weren't in a good mood today and didn't want to force you, do you think you and your friend here could still be standing intact?"
At this point, Ma Shuai suddenly seemed to remember something, and a cruel smile flashed across his face, which had been joking and sinister just moments before.
"Right, I advise you not to hold any hope. Today, no one can save you! Not even that kid from before!"
