The overseers of the Qu Family immediately rose, holding whips in their hands and swinging them at the survivors crouching on the ground.
Each lash left deep, bloody marks on their bodies.
Qu Yimin watched the survivors on the open ground, driven to work like scattering chickens, each with a face full of fear and panic.
She began to laugh with glee.
This was truly satisfying.
Not far away, Hu Yanxiang scurried over, fawning over Qu Yimin with a sycophantic smile,
"Oh, Miss Qu, what brings you to a place like this?"
Considering Hu Yanxiang's age, he was barely in his thirties.
In her twenties, Qu Yimin was still unmarried, without even a man by her side.
Facing such a young woman, Hu Yanxiang naturally had his designs.
He felt that if he could curry favor in front of Qu Yimin and gain her affection,
Hu Yanxiang could be spared decades of struggle at the E City Base.
Qu Yimin, disdainful, looked at Hu Yanxiang as if he were an insect.
