"Mr. Ye?" Upon hearing Shi Tou's words, Zhao Wuji was initially startled, then he burst out laughing: "Shi Tou, you are too naive. How could someone like Mr. Ye be bothered with your trivial matters? Alright, I'll admit, Black Panther was with Mr. Ye early and was valued by him, but now that Black Panther is dead, there is no more use for him. Who would care about the lives of his subordinates?"
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji grabbed the tablecloth on the dining table in front of him and gave it a strong yank. The dishes and porcelain cups on the table were all pulled off with a clatter, scattering all over the floor.
"Little girl, just lie down obediently and let Shi Tou take off your clothes. Ha ha, otherwise, you might have to go join your dead brother." Zhao Wuji sneered.
Li Ruoxuan trembled all over, "I'll fight you to the death!"
She swung her spring knife and thrust it at Zhao Wuji.
