The humiliation was a physical blow, each cruel slap on Dan Ya's exposed skin echoing the burning in Ye Yang's gut.
His knuckles were white, his muscles screaming to lash out, to tear apart the smirking man standing over his aunt.
But Dan Ya's pained whisper, her desperate plea for him to flee and keep the secret, held him captive. The weight of protecting her, and the potential repercussions held his fury in check, a volatile pressure building behind his eyes.
The soldiers' laughter clawed at his ears, each jeer a fresh ember tossed onto the fire of his rage.
"Look at him, seems he also want to slap those puffy butt cheeks….HAHAHA!" one soldier roared, slapping his knee.
"Yeah, looks like, he is soon going to plead but not to let her go but to give him a chance so he can enjoy her body!" another shouted, spitting on the ground near where Ye Yang stood frozen.
