"No! No, please! Stay away from me, stay away from me!"
The young girl curled up in a corner of the wall, staring fearfully at the scar-faced man called Meng He, crying and pleading.
At the same time, she felt completely desperate!
She thought there was no hope!
She believed she would surely fall into the hands of Meng He and his people, and then be ruthlessly violated.
Because the power of these people was just too strong.
If they really wanted to deal with Shamora, it wouldn't take any effort at all!
They hadn't laid hands on Shamora yet, only because bullying Shamora's people gave them a thrill.
They even wanted to turn the women of Shamora's force into their own playthings.
In such a situation, how could that young girl possibly have a chance to resist?
"Hahaha!" At this moment, Meng He laughed more lewdly and arrogantly, "Are you crying now? Cry, cry as much as you want, even if you cry out to the heavens, no one will come to save you! You'll only become our slave!"
