The Empress nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning to Selene Kane.
"Scientists, they're all male."
Her tone was indifferent.
"Thick-skinned and durable, a few hits won't break them."
"Miss Kane, feel free to do what you like. No one will blame you."
Selene Kane opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter a single word.
She stood there in a daze, with only one thought echoing wildly in her mind.
No way?
Does she really have to do it now?
"This…" she stammered, her face full of embarrassment, "I don't even have any anger now, let alone want to hit someone…"
She tried to resist, "How about we talk about it next time? Another day, when I'm in a bad mood, maybe?"
Before she finished speaking, two guards approached with expressionless faces.
One of them forcibly thrust a soft yet metallic whip into her hand.
She was stunned, her hand frozen in mid-air, the whip hanging down on one side.
Meanwhile, the Empress's low, laughing voice filled her ears.
