Young master Luo Xue's body hit the deck. Under the shock of the spiritual power, her eyes turned black. Suddenly, a strong force grabbed her shoulder.
"Rip!"
The short man had a sinister smile on his face. His five fingers flashed with a sharp light, and young master Luo Xue's outer coat and inner clothes were torn with a large hole.
Young master Luo Xue's snow-white skin on the side of his shoulder was exposed. It was like cream and the bright moon, so delicate that it could be broken by a blow.
The short man and the burly man's eyes immediately flashed with beastly light, and the two of them pounced forward.
Despair and pain flashed across young master Luo Xue's eyes. There was already a faint smell of blood in his mouth, and the slight pain on the tip of his tongue spread to the nerves in his brain. She would never allow herself to be humiliated by the two people in front of her. She would rather die.