It's too late. It's not that Big Sis isn't trustworthy, but there's a fundamental difference in the attitude Big Sis has towards Cyclone and towards herself as his wife.
Realizing this, Yuna flew towards Cyclone's cell, intending to break him out. But everything was a step too slow. By the time Yuna arrived, Cyclone was already gone. Although she could have just beaten up the hulking man outside and demanded Cyclone's whereabouts, Yuna had to choose a more circuitous route to avoid exposing her identity. "He's at... the fighting arena to the east..." Using her long-unused sedative incense, Yuna incapacitated the hulk and gleaned information from him.
Things that Big Sis didn't care about were happening. Leaving aside the question of whether surviving the whipping ordeal was possible, now being taken to an underground fighting arena was truly challenging the limits of tempting death. Armed with Cyclone's location, Yuna set off immediately.
On the other side, the heavily pregnant Elyse, overly excited, accidentally triggered premature labor. "G-gosh, deep breaths, slow deep breaths..." Thankfully, the Head Priest had arranged for a guardian to look after Elyse, a young girl who had some experience caring for pregnant women. Otherwise, the other two girls in the room, consumed by jealousy and lust, wouldn't know what to do.
While helping Elyse relax and soothing her emotions, the girl reassured her, "I-it's okay, you heard her just now. She's absolutely sure your husband will be fine." Tears streamed down Elyse's face, fearful for Cyclone's safety. "It's all my fault, all my fault... if it wasn't for me..." "N-no no, it's not your fault..." Truth be told, the girl was at a loss for words, unsure of how to comfort Elyse. Witnessing Elyse break down, the girl could only hold her tightly and let her cry it out.
Cyclone naturally knew nothing about all this. Cyclone couldn't even guess that, after lust had left, King Kakarl had actually returned. "I've had a change of heart. If you can survive, let's discuss our cooperation~" With a wicked grin, King Kakarl finished speaking, and the hulk knocked Cyclone out. When Cyclone woke up, he found himself being dragged away. With a toss from the two burly men, Cyclone was thrown into another dark place. Here, Cyclone was no longer alone. There were well-dressed gentlemen, ragged children, and most notably, Cyclone was the only one shirtless. Seeing some blood still seeping from his back, Cyclone's arrival made everyone step back.
Except for one person standing beside him - a tousle-haired young boy. Tightening his fists, left punch, right punch, as if practicing his boxing. Facing this boxer, Cyclone weakly asked, "Where is this?" The boy originally had no intention of responding to Cyclone's question. But unable to ignore Cyclone's gaze, he gestured with his eyes ahead. Following the boy's gaze, Cyclone looked over.
Suddenly, light pierced the darkness, revealing a massive iron gate ahead. The gate slowly lifted, flooding the dark place with outside light, as intense shouts reverberated through everyone's ears. An exciting event was unfolding, with countless voices echoing throughout. "Hahaha!! It's Great Dragon Festival's Black Friday again!!" a man shouted loudly, as the two burly men who had thrown him in reappeared. Holding whips, they instantly reminded Cyclone of the previous whipping ordeal. "Why are you still standing here, get out there!!" "B-big bro, I'm innocent!! I swear, it wasn't me!!" The once well-dressed gentleman was now kneeling, pleading for mercy. But the two men just sighed and kicked him in the face. His teeth shattered, blood splattered, but the men showed no mercy, brandishing their whips. Everyone was forced to move towards the gate, heading outside.
Cyclone looked towards the light, and compared to the darkness around him, what lay ahead seemed like another kind of hell.
