Several men, following the boss’s command, stood aside and did not dare to approach, but their mouths were not idle.
"Little girl, it’s such a shame for someone as pretty as you to die, just spend a good night with our President Li and it would be all over!"
"Exactly, come here, let brother take that bottle from you, wouldn’t want you to hurt these tender hands of yours, it would break my heart!"
...
Luo Xiaoqian cowered in front of a pillar, tightly gripping the bottles, incessantly pleading out loud.
"Don’t come near, stay away from me!"
She did not listen clearly to what they were saying—her ears rang with a buzzing noise, and the sounds were all muddled. The men’s faces looked vicious and terrifying in the dim room.
Li Defu quickly arrived, followed by subordinates holding a dripping wet umbrella.
Glancing at Luo Xiaoqian shrinking against the pillar, her spirit and body nearly at their limits, he gestured to the tattooed man with a slight nod.
"Luo Xiaoqian, why go through this? Forget it, I admire your spirit. Today, I will let you go!"
"Don’t come near!"
Luo Xiaoqian paid no heed, repeating only those four words.
At this point, the tattooed man had already circled from behind his companions to the back of the pillar, suddenly reaching out to grasp Luo Xiaoqian’s arm that held onto the bottles.
"Let go of me!"
Luo Xiaoqian struggled forcefully.
A few subordinates had already rushed over, some grabbing her hands, some her feet, pinning her to the ground.
Li Defu waddled over with his big belly, looking down at her with a disgusting smirk on his face.
"Strip her bare—after I’ve had my fun, she’s all yours!"

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