"Girl, if you surrender now, things will be easier. Once the fight really starts, I won't hold back, and it would be a pity to smash your pretty little face to a pulp," the burly man said with a vile smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
This revealed what the residues on the Wolf Sheep Club really were.
Yan Hongzhao flung her long whip through the air with force, producing a sharp, loud crack.
Expressionless, she looked at the burly man, "Or would you like to surrender and spare yourself a death?"
Seeing Yan Hongzhao daring to provoke him, the burly man grew furious, "You little brat, you think you can refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Since you're clueless about what's good for you, you'll become the three hundred and twenty-fourth soul to sanctify my precious!"
Three hundred and twenty-four sacrifices?!
Had this man really killed that many people?
