"What can we do?"
Looking at the four people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Zhong Niangyao's lips curled up into an evil smile, "Your actions have made me very angry, so now I want nothing but your lives."
At these words, the blood drained from the faces of the four kneeling men, their expressions turning to ash.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, the Bald Man raised his head abruptly, "Ma'am, please spare us! Kidnapping you wasn't our idea, we were merely manipulated by someone."
"That's right, that's right, it wasn't our idea," the man with a scarred face, who had long since lost his previous ferocity, added, now looking like a beaten dog, "We've just been used. Otherwise, we wouldn't know a thing about the affairs of high society like yours!"
"Oh, is that so?" Zhong Niangyao tilted her head and smiled, "Who was it then?"
