The apparent owner of the Deepwater Phantom nightclub is the man who appears so innocent in the files—Xue Jiamin.
The few people standing behind Xue Jiamin seemed to be staff from that place.
Upon seeing them, Zhu Di's eyes lit up immediately, and she crawled over on her knees, clutching Xue Jiamin's pant leg: "Save me... I beg you... save me... I beg you... whatever you want me to do... I'm willing, I'm willing..."
Xue Jiamin kicked Zhu Di over, pressing his shoe-clad foot onto her stomach. His face, which had a rather scholarly look typical of an elite, wore a crazed and perverse smile.
He laughed triumphantly: "Look at this woman, where is there any hint of a lady left in her? She's nothing more than a bitch to be played with at will. But now, she's behaving, even undressing herself..."
The four men behind Xue Jiamin laughed loudly in response, their eyes on Zhu Di filled with blatant lust, their filthy gaze nauseating.
