"Help, Little Boss, help…"
Sister Ping couldn't take the pain and shouted. The drunkard was impatient and wanted to hit her again, but just as he raised his hand, he was stopped by Mu Jingzhe.
Now that her ox-like strength had returned, Mu Jingzhe could easily hold the drunkard in place to prevent him from moving.
Mu Jingzhe was shocked when she saw Sister Ping's head bleeding. "Can't you see that she's bleeding?"
"She's not going to die. Let go of me!" Unable to break free, the drunkard actually raised his other hand, wanting to hit her again. Sister Ping's body trembled as she screamed.
Mu Jingzhe frowned when she saw the drunkard's unwillingness to let go and directly dislocated his hand.
The drunkard was slow to react for a few seconds before touching his dislocated hand and screaming. "Ah…"
