Maybe it was the woman's disdain that provoked K. The five fingers covering her face suddenly clenched together, and he slapped her hard without hesitation.
The crisp sound echoed in her ears, making Ruan Yuan's head buzz. Her disheveled hair covered the side of her face, and as she looked at the concrete floor, her eyes were filled with hatred.
K let out a mocking laugh. He stood up straight and leisurely sat back on the reclining chair, tapping the floor lightly with his toes, causing the already unstable chair to continuously creak.
He lit another cigarette and began casually toying with the whip in his hand, occasionally swinging it near the woman's feet to frighten her.
"Z hasn't shown up for so long—guess your relationship isn't worth much," he said impatiently as he glanced at the time.
He then instructed the men stationed downstairs to wait by the small path leading to this place.
