“Where is Bi Ningshuai’s cell?” Feng Feiyun glared at Sima Zhaoxue.

He had by the arm with a grip as strong as an iron shackle. Her eyes were muddled as if she didn’t hear his question.

“If you don’t tell me, I will throw you in there.” Feiyun turned his glance towards one of the cells with dozens of dirty prisoners with disheveled hair. Some might have been imprisoned for decades.

Some of them have not seen a woman for decades, let alone someone as pretty as her. They were hungry like the wolves now. After hearing Feiyun, they crazily howled and laughed pervertedly while reaching through the irons for her.

“Throw her in, throw her in, boss!” 

“Kill her, kill her!” 

“Haha, I can smell the slut in her, tear off her clothes and kill the bitch…”

Someone managed to touch her clothes, causing her to jump straight at Feiyun and sobbed: “I was wrong,...