The female slaves: "???"
Big brother, we did 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 jumping jacks, and 200 squats just so we could get cozy with you and kill you afterward.
But now that you've put us through this, you're just letting us go back? Just like that?
Qing Chen flicked the whip in his hand and sneered: "What, you want to do another round?"
"No, no," the female slaves from the resistance quickly said, "We'll leave right away."
As the five girls walked, their legs were trembling, supporting each other as they exited.
In the dimly lit corridor, a Black male slowly emerged from the shadows. He frowned at the disheveled, sweaty look of the female slaves and asked in confusion, "Did you kill the butler?"
The female slaves returned the syringes hidden in their hair to him: "We couldn't kill him, didn't get the chance—he nearly played us to death."
The Black man was stunned, looking at the sweaty, disheveled female slaves: "Is he really that tough?"
