A fashion queen

"Ah, who are you? Let go of me!" Lin Hui shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide open as he stared at the unfamiliar faces before him, a wave of fear and panic rising in his heart. However, he knew he was at a disadvantage and couldn't afford to show weakness easily, so he feigned composure, attempting to mask his inner fear with an angry voice.

No matter how hard he screamed, how hard he cursed, it was all in vain. It was as if something had blocked their ears, completely ignoring his presence. They continued to mind their own business, oblivious to his words. As time passed, Lin Hui's voice gradually grew hoarse, but he refused to give up and continued shouting.

Finally, one of them could no longer tolerate Lin Hui's incessant clamor and became extremely annoyed. With a furious look on his face, he raised his strong, powerful hand and mercilessly struck Lin Hui on the back of the neck. With a muffled "snap," Lin Hui didn't even have time to grunt before his body, like a kite with its string cut, fell straight backward. His head slammed hard against the hard ground, his eyes closed, and he instantly lost all consciousness. He collapsed limply to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

At this time, the leader stepped forward, glanced down at the unconscious Lin Hui, then raised his head and said to the others: "Hurry up, send him to Master Bai immediately!" After that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to act quickly.

Soon, a group of men carried Lin Hui to Bai You. Bai You sat upright in a plush chair, staring expressionlessly at Lin Hui, who lay motionless on the ground. His eyes were as cold as a thousand years of ice. After a moment, he slowly spoke and coldly ordered, "Put him on the cross over there." Upon hearing the order, several burly, broad-shouldered men strode forward, extending their powerful arms and hurriedly lifting the unconscious Lin Hui. Their movements were crude and awkward, with no regard for Lin Hui's life or death, simply following Bai You's instructions.

Not long after, Lin Hui was roughly placed on the towering cross by these men. His hands and feet were tightly bound with ropes, and his entire body was in an extremely painful position. Just then, someone suddenly approached with a bucket of icy cold water. Without a word, the man lifted the bucket and poured the full water over Lin Hui's head without hesitation. In an instant, the cold water poured down like a waterfall, drenching Lin Hui's entire body.

The sudden impact of the cold water woke Lin Hui up slowly. He was dazed for a moment, but once he saw the surroundings clearly, he was furious and started to curse profusely: "Fuck, which bastard did this? How dare you kidnap me? Are you tired of living? Come out and fight me!"

Bai You slightly narrowed his narrow and deep eyes, staring at the disheveled Lin Hui in front of him with a gaze as cold as a star. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he said nothing, but his powerful aura seemed to be able to condense the air around him.

At this moment, a burly, fleshy-faced subordinate behind Bai You strode forward, holding a thick whip tightly in his hand. Without saying a word, he swung it up suddenly. After a sharp arc was drawn in the air, it hit Lin Hui's body with a sound of breaking wind.

"Snap!" The crisp and loud sound of a whip rang out instantly, followed by Lin Hui's scream of pain: "Ah! It hurts! You beasts! Who the hell are you?"

The subordinate turned a deaf ear to Lin Hui's screams, and his hands did not stop moving. He swung the whip mercilessly one after another, using all his strength in each whip. Lin Hui's clothes were torn, his flesh was turned inside out, and blood splattered everywhere, which was a shocking sight.

Under this cruel torture, Lin Hui could no longer endure the pain. His body kept shaking and he let out heart-wrenching howls.

At this moment, Bai You, who had been silent the entire time, finally stood up. He stood tall and slender, like an unshakable mountain, and with steady, powerful steps, he approached Lin Hui. Then, he paused, looking down from above at the wounded, dying Lin Hui lying on the ground.

"You shouldn't mess with my sister." Bai You's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

Lin Hui, enduring the excruciating pain, desperately struggled to raise his head, looking at Bai You, who stood before him like a demonic god. His eyes were filled with endless fear and deep confusion, as if he could not understand why he had incurred such brutal retaliation. "Your sister? I don't even know her!" Lin Hui roared.