Fengyu pursed her lips, holding back her tears, which swirled in her eyes, making her seem even more pitiful. "Brother, I beg you, please don't kill me. I'll behave, I promise."
"Crafty Yanyang girl! I'll tear out her tongue!" The Beiman man's Yanyang dialect was far from fluent, but Fengyu understood it.
Behind the Beiman youth, a burly man stepped forward, unsheathing the dagger from his waist, aiming to cut out her tongue.
Without an ounce of dignity, Fengyu dropped to her knees and clutched at the Beiman youth's leg. "Brother, save me! I won't cry anymore. I won't run. Please don't cut my tongue!"
She had been captured for a day and had overheard snippets of their conversations. Though her understanding was fragmented, she had discerned that the youth was the leader of the Beiman group. While pleading with him, she secretly reached for the dagger at her waist. If she was truly cornered, she vowed to take a Beiman man with her before she died.
