Chi Jiao's yell attracted a lot of attention.
However, no one was willing to be a busybody.
The youth in the black leather jacket looked at the girl trembling as she squatted on the ground. He couldn't help but grin. "It's too late to be afraid now!"
He was about to reach out to grab Chi Jiao's hair when his hand was grabbed firmly by a large hand with distinct fingers before it could touch her.
The hand holding his wrist was like an iron clamp, almost crushing the bones in his wrist. It hurt so much that he gritted his teeth.
He turned around and was caught off-guard by a pair of malicious and ruthless eyes.
"Who are you? Let go of me!" Just as the youth in the black leather jacket spoke, a fist landed swiftly and ruthlessly on his nose bridge.
The youth's vision turned black as he held his nose and cried out miserably. He took several steps back before barely stabilizing his body.
