Marcus and the three overseers behind him stared at the young man who came forward with unfriendly eyes.
After the other party stood still, he didn't say a word, and stared straight into his eyes. The deep eyes were like two black wells with no bottom.
Marcus looked at him contemptuously, but soon, the contempt and arrogance on his face disappeared, and his eyes became blurred.
He suddenly dropped the leather whip in his hand, hugged himself, and put his hands on his oily skin.
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