Lu Xue Zhen and Zhao Han glanced at each other, not quite understanding what Mo Yunchen was going to do.
Jing Zhiyue took a glance at the very large black ceramic pot placed in front of her, and a scene suddenly flashed through her mind. He couldn't possibly be planning to... Mo Yunchen, this madman, he's lost his mind.
Panic and fear surged through Jing Zhiyue's entire body; she wanted to escape, but her hands and feet were useless, leaving her to struggle in place, shaking her head frantically.
Mo Sheng stepped forward, and two bodyguards approached, each holding a machete. Jing Zhiyue shook her head desperately, her hands and feet weakly struggling, while she let out a silent scream.
Zhao Han guessed what Mo Yunchen was about to do and hugged Lu Xue Zhen as they left, fearing the scene was too bloody for her and she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Mo Yunchen stood there, his gaze cold, void of any expression.
