Laibu Base.
In an open-air bullring, two bulls are fiercely fighting, surrounded by a crowd of people cheering and jumping for joy.
Under the fierce onslaught of the bulls, the thinner bull was knocked to the ground.
These people became even more excited, shouting for the bulls to rise and continue fighting.
On a high platform, Siye was reclining in a deck chair, savoring fine wine with great interest, his eyes full of disdain.
His men stood in two rows on either side, each one tanned dark by the sun, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Bring the person up."
Two henchmen grabbed her and shoved her to the ground.
Tang Nuan fell and her palm scraped against the ground, causing it to bleed.
Her world was pitch black, but the noise around her was incessant, like the cries of demons.
Her legs trembled with fear, and she bit her lower lip tightly.
Her cheongsam was stained, and her long hair was disheveled, giving her a broken beauty.
Si Ye looked at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "Welcome to my world, esteemed daughter of the Tang family."
As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly saw the woman's body tremble violently.
Her fear of him stemmed from a deep-seated, primal fear.
"Bring her forward a bit, I haven't even gotten a good look at what this little beauty looks like yet."
Her men grabbed her shoulders and dragged her toward Siye.
Siye sat up and grabbed her neck with one hand.
The overwhelming aura emanating from her almost suffocated Tang Nuan.
She felt that death was imprisoning her, and that she could die at any moment.
"She's quite pretty, but it's a pity..." Si Ye clicked his tongue lightly, his gaze falling on her lifeless eyes, "...she's blind."
"Let me go, let me go." Tang Nuan's lips were dry, and her voice was hoarse.
Si Ye pushed her away, clapped his hands, and casually said, "Drag her down and throw her into the bullring. Let's see who wins and who loses in her duel with the bull."
Such a bizarre way to play! Everyone present became excited.
Tang Nuan was so frightened that she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, please let me go, I don't want to fight bulls..."
"Beg me? Sorry, I don't like it when people beg me. The more you beg me, the more I want to bully you. The weak are only meant to be bullied."
Tang Nuan was in despair, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.
She was sent to the bullring to face the fierce bull.
Siye watched the "duel" intently, finding it particularly interesting.
However, things did not develop as he had imagined. The bull remained motionless, as if it had taken pity on the woman curled up on the ground.
She was so pitiful and helpless, as delicate as a flower that could wither at any moment, that even the ox couldn't bear to harm her.
Tang Nuan felt endless fear and, feeling utterly helpless, burst into tears, as bewildered as a child.
People around her were laughing at her cowardice, and some women, out of jealousy of her beauty, threw things at her.
Siye felt somewhat irritated by her heart-wrenching cries.
He stood up and waved his hand, saying, "Women are so prone to crying over the smallest things. It's really annoying. Take her away."
Tang Nuan was dragged away.
Siye came back from the bullring and took a bath; the bathhouse was filled with steam.
He dismissed everyone and remained alone, lost in thought.
A subordinate came in from outside and said, "Boss, Tang Yao wants to see you. He's already outside the door."
"Oh? Weren't you just chased away yesterday? Why are you back today? I won't see you!"
"He brought weapons and said that if we didn't come, he would blow up the whole place."
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