Bab 1202: The Truth

"Explain yourself! What is the meaning of this?"

Lucy was furious!

Make no mistake. 

Her temper, which seldom unleashed, could kindle a forest fire if it wanted to.

She had a hidden stubbornness about her when she was pushed hard. 

And what Lucy hated the most were lies or getting played.

Her impression of these women was already low. But now, forget it!

It was at negative infinity.

Dammit! 

She looked at the bloodied janitors tied up at the side and silently prayed for patience and a calm heart.

Their faces were all purplish and so swollen that it looked like a thousand bees had danced over their faces.

Tears and snot had long mixed and tried up with their blood, leaning very horrid and vivid paintings on their bodies.

She listened to their heavy breathing and truly wanted to throttle these women to death.

How dare they touch her people?

Good! Good! Good!