WHOOSH!
A foul, viscous, hot wind swirled up as the giant man walked in, sweeping over Sun Zhenyao and his group.
"Ugh!"
"BLECH!"
Of the two constables supporting Yan Hongxue, one's face flushed red while the other doubled over and vomited.
Sun Zhenyao's vision also blackened. He grew dizzy, and an unbearable bloating sensation swelled in his chest and stomach.
SWOOSH!
A figure suddenly shot out from the inner hall, blocking the way in front of the group.
WHOOSH... WHOOSH...
A night breeze, carrying a hint of moisture, blew through and cleared the air.
The afflicted group around Sun Zhenyao immediately felt a great sense of relief.
"Take Lord Yan to the back,"
Gu Zheng said calmly, his eyes fixed on the massive, well-built man.
The giant's hair was a fiery red, each thick, long strand writhing messily like a snake.
His aura, besides being foul and scorching, carried a strange quality that bored into one's soul and stirred feelings of lust.
"Yes... Yes, my lord!"
