Qin Taoran's left hand was shackled to the ring and couldn't move. When she saw Ruan Jiahua carelessly place the key on the nearby vanity, she nodded toward it with red eyes and signaled, "The key on the vanity, that's the one."
Jiang Ning followed her gaze and indeed saw a shiny key on the vanity.
She took the key and unlocked the handcuffs.
Ruan Jiahua watched with a predatory gaze, like a venomous snake in the gutter waiting for an opportunity to strike. As Jiang Ning squatted down to free Qin Taoran from the ring, he suddenly rose, reached for the whip on the ground, and lashed out at Jiang Ning.
In Ruan Jiahua's mind, no matter how strong Jiang Ning was, she was still a normal person with all five senses. The whip he had picked was specially customized with densely packed small barbs, designed to tear the skin open and provoke an intense, burning pain.
Ruan Jiahua didn't believe Jiang Ning could withstand such pain!
He swung the whip at Jiang Ning with all his might.