Oyou outside the villa had no idea what was happening inside. He could only keep crying and urging them on, his wails so heart-rending that anyone who heard them would have felt pity.
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Siming's mouth. He said, "Also, do you think what he said is true?"
"Could—could it not be?" Akiwara Yuka asked uneasily. She felt that the man had to be telling the truth. He was crying so hard, after all.
Jiang Siming chuckled. "Then open the door and see for yourselves."
"Really? Should we open the door?" Hearing this, Akiwara Yuka began to lose confidence again.
She had originally thought this had to be real, but Jiang Siming had made her doubt it with just a few words. It was not because his words were particularly well-founded, but because of how highly he stood in their hearts.
"Open the door. It'll be a good chance for you to see how vicious the world has become. Open it," Jiang Siming ordered.
After hearing him, Akiwara Yuka had no choice but to go over and open the long-sealed front door.
The moment she opened it, Akiwara Yuka instinctively retreated several steps. Several figures rushed inside, including the little boy who had just been kneeling on the ground and sobbing. They lunged toward the three women.
The three women screamed and backed away, but to their surprise, the men stopped halfway. They stood motionless, their vicious, frenzied, and lecherous expressions still plastered across their faces.
Only then did Akiwara Yuka and the Matsudas realize that this was a plot long in the making. Without Jiang Siming, opening that door would have been the same as delivering themselves into the hands of these villains.
They could easily imagine what kind of torment and