Farm Girl's Manor

Scarface’s eyes blazed with a crimson fury as he pointed at the thin-faced monkey-cheeked man and cursed, "That damn woman caused so many of our brothers to suffer! Had they not been quick-witted and protected our escape, we would be bedridden like them now, writhing in our own filth, reduced to a state neither human nor ghost! You’re not thinking about avenging our brothers, with your head filled only with those sordid thoughts. Do you even care about them?"

The thin-faced monkey-cheeked man staggered back, somewhat defiant in his heart, but quickly said in a flattering tone, "Of course, I care, how could I not! Those brothers suffered for us. The reason I suggested what I did earlier is that instead of killing that wench with a single stab, it’s better to torment her alive, to make her taste the agony of wanting to live but not being able to die!"

At these words, a glint of deep thought flashed in Scarface’s eyes, and he seemed to agree that this method would better avenge the suffering brothers.

Seeing an opportunity, the thin-faced monkey-cheeked man’s eyes flashed with lascivious delight as he continued to stir the pot, "Anyway, that person only told us to ’take good care’ of that little wench and her family. He never said we had to kill them! Once we tire of them, after removing their ’claws,’ let them serve our brothers day and night so the brothers can personally exact their vengeance."

At this, the others crowded around, and upon hearing the skinny monkey’s words, they unanimously echoed, "Yeah, boss, Old Third is right. It’s too easy on that little wench just to kill her with a single stab. Our brothers should take their revenge with their own hands to be truly satisfied!"

"Exactly, that’s what would be satisfying. I agree too! Boss, why don’t we do what Skinny Monkey suggested?"

"Right, right, right, just take those wenches back to our stronghold..."