"I want all of these people."
As she spoke, she walked up to the man and lifted his chin.
"What is your name?"
"Su Yu."
The man's gaze fixed on the ferocious Rashamon Mask covering her face, devoid of any fear.
On his excessively beautiful but sinister face, a proud and unyielding color gleamed, matching the look in his eyes.
"Su Yu? That's a nice name! I like you. From now on, you will serve closely by my side."
Luo Qingtong spoke, her lips moved slightly, and a faint whisper entered his ear.
"I know who you are, my name is Evil Glare, remember that."
"From this moment on, I am your master!"
These words were Luo Qingtong's true voice.
The moment she spoke, she cut the chains binding the man's hands and feet.
"Evil Doctor!"
The people of the slave market were caught off guard.
