Makas and the three overseers behind him stared at the approaching young man with unfriendly eyes.
After coming to a stop, the man didn't say a word and stared straight into his eyes, his deep eyes like two bottomless dark wells.
Makas looked back contemptuously, but soon, the contempt and arrogance on his face faded, and his gaze became chaotic.
He suddenly threw away the whip in his hand, embraced himself with both arms against his shiny, oily chest, and began to fumble slowly, his body wriggling like a black snake.
The other three shifted their gaze from Lin Ge to the enchanting silhouette of Makas, their eyes gradually heating up.
Now they were oblivious to the presence of Karina and the others, fixated only on Makas' writhing figure. The bald fat man closest to Makas even bent down to pick up the whip Makas had dropped, his expression one of eager anticipation.