"Lily Parker! Are you here to die?" Ruth was holding a short wooden stick in her hand, and Yvonne was standing next to her. Yvonne was also holding the same kind of wooden stick. The wooden sticks looked very solid at glance. Both the women approached Lily one step at a time.

"Lily Parker! I have not hit a person for a very long time, and my hand is itching for it now. If this small wooden stick were to land on your ass, no…I mean if it were to land on your face, try to guess if your face would