C472 You're Done for

Time had slipped away, but no one could say for how long.

Ye Qinghui found himself transported to the slave quarters, thrust into a work environment where the whip cracked at the slightest provocation. It was a dismal and harsh reality.

Crack!

A whip lashed across Ye Qinghui's body. Such an assault was deeply offensive to him; it wasn't just an attack, it was a blatant show of disrespect