"Ninth Uncle."
Mr. Jiu cast a cold glance at Lu Lu, his icy gaze enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
He walked towards her slowly, radiating a sense of oppressive authority:
"Lu Qing, is this how you protect Little Jin'er?"
"Sorry, it was my oversight."
Mr. Jiu let out a cold sneer: "Do you think a single apology can cover everything? Old Third, break one of her arms first."
Lu Lu hadn't yet realized what was happening when a man dressed in black appeared in front of her, seized her arm, and with a sharp crack, dislocated her bone and snapped it forcibly!
Lu Lu let out a heart-wrenching scream, but Old Third roughly covered her mouth. Mr. Jiu gazed at her as if she were nothing more than trash.
"Your sister—if you can't bring yourself to act, I will. She ought to be praying that Little Jin'er is fine. Otherwise, her life will be mine to take."
Everyone present shuddered, especially Lu Lu, who had been pampered all her life and had never endured anything like this.
