He hadn't even finished speaking when the seven or eight people before him vanished. They all ducked into the small woods, and when they said they were leaving, they truly left, without the slightest hesitation.
"These ignorant fools."
Liu Gong cursed under his breath, then hurried over to Du Jun's wife. It was only then that he noticed the woman on the ground, struggling violently like a ball. Besides the cloth strip from her trousers, there was a ring of short, brownish-yellow hairs around her mouth, matted with dried bloodstains into a filthy mess.
Liu Gong felt disgusted but didn't dwell on it. He squatted down to untie the tree bark cord, saying softly, "Don't worry, I'll untie you. Don't mind those rough men."
"Did a ****ing fly crawl into your cunt? I'll **** your ancestors for eight generations..."
