I'm Here to Spice up Your Life a Little, Elder Leng
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Meanwhile, on Hotel W's rooftop.
Leng Xuan, with her hands tied, was dangling from a bent wooden pole. Her entire body was suspended over the rooftop of the nineteen-story building. Whenever she struggled, the wooden pole bent a little more, lowering her. To make things worse, the string that bound her to the pole was elastic.
Her mouth was tightly sealed with strong adhesive tape that tightly coiled around her neck as well, making her entire face look contorted. Strangled cries were the only sound she could make. Her body was tense and her eyes were wide with fright, which was unlike her usual aloof and dignified self.
With a black mask covering half of his face, Jiangsui put a foot on the edge of the rooftop and crouched down a little while filming the woman dangling from the wooden pole with his cell phone. He laughed. "Elder Leng, you must be feeling very bored. I'm here to spice up your life a little."