Team Leader Liao was surprisingly unable to pull the whip out of Huo Yao's hand. Also, she remained seated in her chair without moving the slightest. Despite how slim her arms were, her hand seemed unusually powerful.
Team Leader Liao was instantly startled. "You…"
Before he was able to finish his sentence, he made eye contact with Huo Yao's cold eyes and instantly lost his words. He was incapable of making a single sound at this moment.
In an instant, he sensed his hand going numb as someone came towards him. His waist bumped into the table as he instinctively retreated a step and automatically lay prone on the table's surface.
Huo Yao smiled. The moment she moved her hands gently, it seemed as though the whip had a life of its own and went into her hands. She pressed the whip handle against Team Leader Liao's face so hard that it became contorted.
