Qiao Xiaowan glared at Yang Ping, who was seeking her opinion, and pointed at the few people huddling in fear: "What to do? With you bunch of useless people, tell me, what can we do?"
"Everyone attack together!" Yang Ping shouted and charged at Luo Ye, the others seeing this, also howled and rushed forward, but their posture and the sounds they made were obviously mismatched.
A hint of amusement flashed in Luo Ye's eyes, and she swiftly dodged to the left, causing Yang Ping, who couldn't stop her momentum, to crash to the ground, while the others, moving slightly slower, just managed to stop right in front of Yang Ping.
"What's going on?" Suddenly, the room door opened, and a stern-looking female prison guard, about thirty years old, walked in, glanced at Yang Ping sprawled on the floor, and then frowned at Luo Ye: "Did you do this?"
