The Elf (5)

Where the whip had hit, a hideous and bloody scar had been left. Like a mangled centipede completely marring the left side of his face. There was a brief moment of stunned silence among the men, no one had anticipated this unexpected turn of events. The delicate whip in Chu Yi's hand was still dripping with faint red blood, falling and mixing with the earth below. Then a wave of monstrous anger hit, tainted with humiliation and a tinge of betrayal at being deceived, the man let out an angry howl and reached out a hand to drag Chu Yi by the collar!