More than twenty gang members charged at Zhang Surou with long blades and clubs. She was already on the verge of passing out. She had bitten her lip bloody, but even that could not ease the dizziness.
"Heh, Chris, stop struggling and spare yourself some pain. What you just drank wasn't carrot juice at all. It was a new sedative that tastes like carrot juice.
"Just one sip is enough to knock out a grown adult. You drank enough to put ten bulls down. It would be such a shame to damage a beauty like you." Certain of his victory, Damian spoke calmly.
Zhang Surou drew a dagger and drove it hard into her upper thigh. Blood instantly stained her pale skin, and the searing pain jolted her brain.
"Mmph! Ngh! Ptoo! Sis, run! Don't worry about us!" Isabel desperately spat out the gag stuffed into her mouth.
A crowd of gang members lunged at Zhang Surou. Her pupils kept turning gray, and one attacker after another froze before she slit their throats. After she killed another four men-
"Beat them! Chris, move again and I'll cut their heads off!" Damian threatened.
The moment Damian finished speaking, the men surrounding Isabel and Furlan began punching and kicking them. Before long, their bodies were covered in injuries.
Seeing this, Zhang Surou hurriedly pulled back her outstretched hand. Waves of dizziness washed over her, until the overwhelming vertigo became too much to bear and she collapsed.
"Strip her naked and check for hidden weapons, then take her straight to the villa," Damian ordered. He turned to leave, convinced that everything had gone smoothly. Soon, he would control the entire Underground District.
With a lecherous expression, one gang member tore apart the clothing around Zhang Surou's waist, exposing her pale skin. The others