The Despair of Being Captured
"It's over..." Tang Xiaoli closed her eyes in despair, giving up on the thought of escaping.
She didn't struggle or resist. She simply stood there, utterly listless, her mind a complete blank...
Han Jianshan sneered and waved his hand. The remaining members of the Devil Race immediately swarmed forward and captured her without the slightest effort. They dragged her before Ying Qianhe, who was resting off to one side, then shoved her hard. She fell awkwardly to the ground.
"Big brother, we caught the little brat!" Han Jianshan said excitedly. He tried to press her down to the ground, intending to force her to kneel, but the girl stubbornly kept her back straight, silently resisting.
In her heart, kneeling before the Devil Race was no different from surrendering. She couldn't bring herself to suffer such humiliation.
"Little brat, get on your knees!" Han Jianshan snapped angrily, then slapped her hard without the slightest hesitation. The sound cracked through the air, and five red finger marks appeared on her fair, delicate cheek.
Tang Xiaoli didn't make a sound. She held back her tears and refused to cry aloud. This was the first time in her life she'd suffered such a terrible indignity, but she felt no hatred. She only thought she deserved it.
Who could she blame when she'd been so impulsive, sneaking out alone without thinking of the consequences? She'd brought this fate upon herself.
Everyone was clearly surprised to see that the little brat who, just an hour earlier, had been so arrogant she'd jumped up and cursed them to their faces, was now so quiet.
When Han Jianshan saw that she still refused to kneel, he sneered. A fierce surge of energy shot from his palm and struck straight at her knees.
"Crack."