"No... please, I'm begging you, I'll work harder to sell things... I'll definitely sell them, please!"
The Flower Demon struggled desperately, weeping and crying out, but her only reward was another slap across the face from the tall man. "Shut up! Damn it, you make a fair point, so let me tear out her core."
"No, no, no, Lord Prelate, remember, don't tear it out—heh heh heh—make it look... precarious."
Chapter 231