Lai Qinghuan clutched the iron bars tightly with both hands, "Stop! Come back here! I want to move, I don't want to stay here..."
"Ho! Look at her." The female murderer rubbed her hands, "You think you're too good for this place or what?"
The loose prison uniform she wore, the collar gripped by her, tightened forcefully around Lai Qinghuan's neck, almost suffocating her.
With one hand gripping the collar, she turned around and glared at the murderer with a vicious look in her eyes, "Do you know who I am?"
"Ha, the little bitch has got some nerve!" The murderer took off her upper garment and held it in her hand, viciously slapping Lai Qinghuan's face.
Smack!
Her body was flung to the ground, her mouth filled with the taste of blood.
Lai Qinghuan's face throbbed with pain, already swelling up high; she lay prostrate on the floor, surrounded by the prisoners, all of whom were roaring with laughter.
