Qiao Xiaren didn't continue speaking but was forcefully pulled by a hand and seated on a chair.
The man's hand was ice cold, devoid of the warmth common to people, and his presence was eerily sinister, almost as if he could tear her apart alive.
Only then did Qiao Xiaren notice that she seemed to be wearing different clothes, most likely a dress, with a cool sensation on the front.
"Do you wish for death?"
As Qiao Xiaren spoke, her voice sounded freezing enough to kill.
Jun knew, she was angry.
"Rest assured, it wasn't me who helped you change into this dress. There are women on the ship; they are the ones who helped with your clothes." As Jun gently traced her arm with the back of his hand, he was met with a fierce kick.
"Boss!" His subordinate immediately stepped forward, "Are you alright?"
The subordinate then glared at Qiao Xiaren menacingly: "Woman, are you seeking death? How dare you attack Dark Night's boss?"
Dark Night?
Hmph, so it is him.
