The Controlled Tyrant

The middle-aged man with glasses, known as Thunder King, touched the pistol at his waist and proudly said:

"Hmph! You bastards only know how to play with women. If it weren't for me letting you out and using such a great method to trick people into coming here for you to play with and eat, you would have starved to death long ago!"

Yan Gaoyang disdainfully glanced at the pistol on Thunder King's waist and, with a twitch of his mouth, grabbed Lu Yingying's hair and said, "This woman was brought here by me. I want to keep her for my amusement. Before I get tired of her, none of you are allowed to kill her!"

"As long as you and Xu Senjie can ensure a steady supply, you can play with this little woman as long as you want! I don't care about what you do!" the middle-aged man known as Thunder King retorted with disdain.

Then he said seriously:

"Now, let's not talk about these things, we have more important matters to focus on!"