The next moment, an ear-piercing scream tore through the air.
Lin Hu, standing closest, couldn't help but shudder, his sturdy frame trembling as though he wanted to flee in panic.
Gao Yuyue threw aside the basin of water, crouched down expressionlessly, grabbed Qing Hong's soaking wet hair, and forcefully lifted her swollen, pig-like face.
The girl's features were exquisitely beautiful, but her gaze was cold and sinister to the extreme, like a messenger from the underworld, stealing souls and striking fear.
"Talk. Who's the one behind you pulling the strings?"
Assistant Wen, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly lifted his head.
Lin Meng and Lin Hu exchanged a glance and, without a word, lowered their heads, seemingly transforming into invisible men.
