บท 67: Chapter 67: Count How Many Strands of Hair You've Lost

"If you are obedient and cooperate with us, we can spare you from physical torment. Otherwise... there will have to be some suffering," said the fat man as he twisted her wrist.

Huo Qingyuan glared at him angrily and hollered, "Dream on! If you have what it takes, kill me. If I get the opportunity to escape, you will regret being born in this world!"

"Wow, you've got quite a hot temper." 

"Strip her!"

A rough and dark hand slowly reached out to Huo Qingyuan, and soon, it landed on her shoulder.

With the sound of fabric ripping, the fine fabric of her clothes were torn, revealing the nude-colored strap of her bra. 

Huo Qingyuan turned pale and she looked at the both of them in horror. "Please, I'm begging you, don't be like this. You can have as much money as you want, just let me off!" 

"We want both the money and you. Let us enjoy ourselves and we'll let you leave later."