The burly man, leader of the Evil Tiger Brothers, stood in front of Zhou Xinyue, a smirk playing across his face. His tiger-like eyes glinted with cold light as he reached out a hand. "Little lass, hand over the Divine Grass, and come with us. If you apologize and serve us three brothers well, maybe I'll spare your life."
Upon hearing his words, the other two of the Evil Tiger Brothers also revealed lustful glances in Zhou Xinyue's eyes. No matter what, Zhou Xinyue was a beauty.
The guests in the tavern looked at Zhou Xinyue with varying degrees of interest. Some showed a hint of pity, while most seemed eager to enjoy the spectacle. Clearly, if Zhou Xinyue fell into the hands of these three men, she was likely to suffer.
Zhou Xinyue's strength was only at an Intermediate Star Sea Level, far from being a match for these three.
