Wan Zi, lying on the bed, opened her eyes.
She saw Lu Xiaobu in front of her, a flicker of cold anger flashing in her eyes.
Unlike ordinary women, she didn't scream in panic.
Instead, she slowly got up, pulled out a cloak-like garment from the bedside, draped it over herself, and looked at Lu Xiaobu coldly.
Lu Xiaobu, seeing this, shook his head involuntarily.
Really, does it make any difference whether she wears this kind of clothes or not?
Wan Zi noticed the look in Lu Xiaobu's eyes.
Yet she still didn't speak.
Instead, she slowly scanned the cell.
She saw several men gulping incessantly, staring fixedly at her.
Although those men quickly lowered their heads in fear when she glanced over, she still saw them.
Wan Zi sneered coldly—men, ever daring because of their lust.
For lust, they could risk their lives.
No exceptions.
Then, she ripped a button from her clothing and threw it out.
"Bang!"
One of the men, nearly drooling, was pierced through the throat.
