Mo Yan's body had been tempered by Spirit Spring Water for several years, and each night she toiled in the Space. Her strength and agility far surpassed those of ordinary men, and even without martial arts, she had no problem dealing with one or two robust men.
At this moment, Young Master Fang was pinned under Mo Yan's foot, struggling in vain. His body seemed as if crushed by a giant stone, unable to break free. He glared fiercely at Mo Yan and shouted at his stunned servant, "You useless thing, why don't you beat this wretched girl for your young master to... oh, ah——"
Before the word "beat" could leave his lips, it turned into a scream. Mo Yan had increased the pressure, causing Young Master Fang extreme pain.
"Young... young master..." the servant, witnessing his master's continuous screams, hesitated to intervene, fearing the consequences.