The midnight breeze swept through with waves of high heat.
Yue Ru was forcibly dragged to lie prostrate at Old Shen Du's feet, his intact right leg stepped on the woman's back, twisting on it.
A young woman, bare all over, lay before a group of burly men, many of whom couldn't resist sneaking glances, tempted by her vulnerability.
"Today, because of this woman and these two watchdogs, we let the enemy slip through, leaving the fate of 15 of our brothers unknown."
Wherever Shen Du's gaze landed, the men solemnly lowered their heads, well aware that 'unknown fate' probably meant 'dead beyond recognition.'
"What do you mean 'because of me'!" Yue Ru, lying on the ground, cried out from the piercing pain in her back, "It's your people who wouldn't return me to my cell every night! You forced me!"