"Chairman Tianxing, I, I don't know what he's saying! You, you're hurting me!" The beauty tearfully pleaded, looking pitiable.
Ye Guichen watched coldly, saying nothing.
Wang Tianxing ignored her, yanked her hair hard, pulling out a chunk along with a piece of scalp, causing blood to gush, and the beauty cried out in pain.
The other beauty was so scared she was trembling, crouching in the corner with her eyes covered, not daring to look.
"Speak! Or I'll kill you!" Wang Tianxing roared, grabbing a fruit knife from the table and holding it to the beauty's neck. "Killing you is as easy as killing a chicken. Don't worry, I'll make sure you feel no pain!"
"I'll speak, I'll speak, I'll speak!" The beauty, merely a tool of Leng Bosun, was terrified to the point of losing her mind under the threat of death.
She cried as she kneeled, not daring to hide anything.
The other beauty nodded repeatedly in agreement.
