With that shout, as if to vent the dissatisfaction bottled up in his heart, he fiercely waved a hand and ordered the few soldiers trailing behind him to step forward and grab me.
At his command, the soldiers wore vicious expressions, rubbed their hands together, and strode rapidly toward me with an aggressive posture, as if they meant to tear me limb from limb.
The guards stationed outside the door, seeing that he had such ill intentions, could hardly stand idly by.
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