Chapter 114: Golden Dragon Sect Master

The woman's face went deathly pale. Cutting three jin of flesh from her leg-how was she supposed to survive that? Yet after one glance at Gwen Looske, she stretched out a long, pale leg, closed her eyes, and said, "Do it." Salvatore Casson's gaze swept over that leg, encased in sheer purple stockings. "This leg looks pretty good," he remarked. "I'll think of another way." Gwen could hear that he was deliberately scaring her maid and spoke up softly. "Young Master, please don't be angry. Yena has...