"N-no..."
The shriek was hoarse yet shrill—the cry of a young maiden.
The brother from before, whose face had just been full of excitement, turned deathly pale. A flicker of crimson appeared in his eyes as he snatched a wooden stick from beside the door and charged inside.
Hong Yu couldn't help but frown.
His Spiritual Power Perception revealed a young woman inside, pinned to the ground by two large men. Their muscles were like Coiled Dragons, immensely powerful, and they emanated a potent aura. They were two War Generals.
The young woman's features were somewhat similar to the young man's from just now.
She was exceptionally pretty, with skin so delicate it looked like it would break at a touch.
But right now, her clothes were in disarray. A bright red palm print marred her fair face, a clear sign she had just been viciously slapped.
She was struggling desperately, but the two men were far too strong, giving her no room to resist.
