"Will you confess yourself, or do I have to take action personally?"
Luo Fan's tone was calm, and his gaze was cold as he looked at the Japanese person before him.
The girl targeted by the beam raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked timidly at Luo Fan.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had been terrified. Her voice was soft and faint, tinged with tears. "I-I really am a woman... There must be something wrong with that mirror... Please believe me..."
With her delicate face and tattered clothes, she looked utterly pitiful.
Several Japanese women still waiting in line nearby looked on with expressions of distress.
They exchanged glances, and someone opened her mouth to say something.
But when they remembered how Luo Fan had silenced Minako with a single look earlier, they swallowed the words on the tips of their tongues.
Being allowed to stay here was already an immense blessing.
If they spoke out of turn and angered Luo Fan again, no one knew what the consequences would be.
But just because they dared not speak did not mean they had no thoughts about it.
Several Japanese women lowered their heads and clenched their fists, their eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy for the girl and fear of Luo Fan.
Luo Fan did not get angry when he saw that the girl was still refusing to admit it.
He casually slipped the Weird Gun into the holster at his waist, then beckoned. "You, come with me."
The girl froze for a moment and instinctively looked toward Minako.
Minako stood not far away, her expression still ugly, but she dared not speak up to stop him again. She could only turn her head slightly to avoid the girl's gaze.
Seeing that even Minako had