Maurice, who had been robbed of his cigarette and gum, looked away, embarrassment and apprehension mixing on his face. He didn't dare make a peep, feeling a little shaken. They didn't normally look terrifying but right now they looked like they had crawled out of the depths of hell.
Mei took the cigarette back, a slight smile on her face that mirrored their master's. There was a glint in her eyes, a playful rebellion that stirred excitement in Lian's chest.
Meanwhile, in the corner of the blood-soaked room, Xiang Yu had Peng Xiu pinned down. His hands were steady as he cut her countless times, each slice deliberate. His eyes glimmered with dark energy, glowing like embers in the shadows.
"Please, brother... just kill me," Peng Xiu whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a breath.
