After asking his question, Lü Zhong drew his Shuo Jin Sword.
Seeing this, the hint of color that had just returned to Qizhu's lovely face drained away, leaving it deathly pale.
She scrambled to her knees and begged loudly, "Please, spare me, Sir! I'll be your slave and do whatever you command. Your will shall be my own. I only ask for a chance to live!"
As she spoke, she adjusted her posture to appear more alluring.
Beauty was a form of power, and Qizhu had always believed she wielded hers well.
"Hah. Willing to be my slave, but not to give yourself to me? You must look down on me!" Lü Zhong sneered. Without a second glance at her rather comely figure, he mercilessly ended her life.
He followed up with three Fireball Bullets, burning her body to ash to ensure there were no lingering problems.
Sifting through the scattered pile of clothes, he found a Storage Bag.
