Qing She and Qing Cuiying learned their lessons? (2)

"T-the Scarlet La—*smack*..." She began to speak, only to be abruptly cut off by the slap that landed across her face.

The sound echoed in the air, a red imprint blossoming on her skin where his hand had made contact.

"Since you can't defeat me, you resort to threats?" Zhang Wei's voice was tinged with a dangerous edge as he addressed her.

His palm print remained stark on her face, and Qing She trembled, her gaze now fixed on her legs, unable to meet his penetrating stare.

Ignoring her for the moment, Zhang Wei moved to free Rose and Tang Bo. Both looked on, a mixture of confusion and awe etched across their faces as they witnessed the enigmatic spectacle before them.

Qing Cuiying remained as still as a statue, while Qing She appeared to be grappling with a state of shock.

"Zhang Wei..." Rose's eyes held a complex blend of emotions, a desire to speak held back by Zhang Wei's warning gesture.