"Shout again, and I'll cut out your tongue."
La Ting felt nauseous from the filthy rag to the point of vomiting, and was slapped several times. The ropes binding her were tight, her entire body aching, and she was suspended mid-air with no support. With no options, she could only make muffled sounds.
Having been pampered since childhood, she had never endured such torment and humiliation.
Fear and disgust overwhelmed her, tears streaming down profusely.
Tears rolling down a beautiful woman's face tend to evoke compassion, but the group of men around her remained unmoved, standing there as if they hadn't seen anything, simply waiting.
A sound of sudden braking echoed outside the factory building.
Someone immediately sprinted to the door to open the large factory gate.
The car door opened, and Yuntian got out, glanced through the large gate at La Ting hanging mid-air, and his face instantly darkened as he walked straight towards her.
