"Beast! Bastard! You'll die a horrible death! Go to hell—!!"
Tang Wutong screamed in collapse, hurling curses as tears and blood streaked wildly across her face.
Like a fish thrown onto shore, she twisted and struggled frantically, only making her situation even more wretched.
Yet just as despair was about to consume her completely, Lu Jun's movements abruptly stopped.
He released her and slowly straightened, once more assuming that cold, condescending posture as he looked down at her.
As though the man who had been consumed by madness only moments ago had merely been a hallucination born from her utmost terror.
Tang Wutong lay limp within the chains' restraints, as though every bone had been pulled from her body. Only her violently heaving chest and uncontrollable, deathlike gasps remained.
She tightly wrapped her arms around her exposed skin and curled into herself, trying to draw even a pitiful trace of safety from the gesture, though it seemed unbearably futile in her current predicament.
Lu Jun simply watched her. There was not the slightest trace of lust in his eyes, only the unfathomable chill of a deep, frozen pool.
"Since you insist on refusing to form an alliance with us, and insist on standing against Douluo Star."
He spoke each word distinctly, his voice as clear as though he were reading a verdict.
"Then don't blame me for using extraordinary measures to punish your monstrous sins. Today, I, Lu Jun, will willingly put on the mask of a villain."
He extended his tongue and slowly licked his slightly dry lower lip. Here and now, the gesture appeared exceptionally sinister and cold.
"Don't you pride yourself on your beauty? Weren't you once the Goddess of Beauty, adored by countless people?"
His tone suddenly shifted, carrying a meaning that made one's hair stand