The gate wouldn’t open!
As expected, Serena Feng wasn’t frustrated at all; instead, she calmed down.
Running up and banging on the door was a dumb move to begin with. If they closed the door, of course they’d lock it—you think you’re in some trashy soap opera?
Serena Feng didn’t foolishly pound on the door or shout “Open up!” Instead, she turned around, back pressed against the gate, facing the four thugs head-on.
Miss Feng, don’t bother struggling. Just give in and you’ll enjoy it, right? We don’t want to kill you.' The four thugs didn’t rush her, instead leering at Serena.
Give in to you? You think you’re worthy?' Serena Feng showed not a trace of panic or unease; her eyes glittered cold as ice.
Just as Lance Quinn arrived, he saw Serena Feng staring down the four thugs. Ready to intervene, he paused when he saw her calm, collected demeanor.
For some reason, Lance Quinn just believed Serena Feng would find a way out, so he wasn’t worried at all. He folded his arms and sat atop the wall, ready to watch the show.
The four thugs, shamed and enraged, plus the effects of the aphrodisiac, charged at Serena Feng.
If you won’t drink the wine offered, you’ll drink the penalty wine. You’ll beg soon enough.