Giving Birth to Seven Sons and Eight Daughters Is Not Many

After about two-quarters of an hour, everyone finished their meal and gathered in the courtyard. The dozen or so captured men lying on the ground started joking and cursing again. They used vulgar and obscene language in front of the young ladies, which angered Lin Zhiyun and the others, causing their faces to darken.

"If any of you utters another word, I'll cut your tongues off," even someone as kind-hearted as Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but contemplate taking more drastic action.

"Come on, beautiful ladies, furrow your brows, and I'll accept defeat," one of the tough men said, boldly.

"Master Lin, why be merciful to such scum? Just kill them," said Up-Eden Mingyue, unable to stand it, from the side.

"Little beauty, go ahead, kill me, or else if I catch you someday, I'll ravish you a hundred times and a thousand times, and then I'll break your tendons and sell you to a brothel," the man continued, unrepentant.