Keep Talking and I'll Scratch Your Face

Xia Ruya was squatting in a corner of Black Sunday, surrounded by numerous men who appeared extremely menacing, clad in black suits. They appeared extremely daunting and she dared not act recklessly at all.

Xia Ruya suddenly felt an overwhelming chilliness, as if the heater had been switched off. The freezing air penetrated through her skin, causing her body to stiffen. She could no longer feel her legs.

She plastered her back against the cold and hard wall, feeling as if her blood was about to freeze.

She felt a strong, stinging pain in her face.

Xia Ruya rubbed her red and swollen face gently. She could not help but be reminded of the scarface man who pinned her onto the wall forcefully and gave her a few tight slaps.

She shrieked in terror and astonishment. The scar on the man's face seemed like a wriggling centipede. She almost thought that she was going to die.