When they saw Ling Han come in, both sisters put on guarded expressions. Just now, they could somehow still have the ability to fight, but now, they were really like fish upon a chopping block, completely at the mercy of others.
Ling Han moved a stool closer to them, sat down, and said, "Why don't you tell me your story?"
Both girls shook their heads at the same time, and the younger sister even declared stubbornly, "Death is better than being insulted. Just kill us!"
"All right, since you two are so determined to die, then I'll give you a hand!" Ling Han nodded and stood.
The two sisters looked like they were not afraid of death and exposed their necks to receive a killing blow, but their tightly gripped hands betrayed them—who would not be afraid when facing death?
Ling Han rubbed his chin, and said, "You two are quite good-looking. To just kill the two of you seems to be too much of a waste."