The burly man thought that it must be his mistake. He tried shaking it off, but it was locked in Lu Bojing's grasp.
What is happening? Why can I not shake him off?
"What the fuck are you doing!?" He snarled.
How can his grip be so strong? He looks so weak and pathetic!
Lu Bojing cried and whispered to him, "I don't want to hurt you...s-so please let us go…"
He stared at him.
"You don't want to hurt ME?"
"Y-yes...it will be painful," he sobbed, "So just forget about hurting her and l-leave, please...I am begging you…"
The man's fuse short-circuited. "You think you are capable of hurting me when you just took a punch from me?"
"Yes."
The man couldn't believe it, and it wasn't his fault. Lu Bojing was punched hard, but he didn't fight back at all. He was cowering in fear, which he still was. He was crying then and now too.
But what was the difference?
He was so weak then.
Then how could he lock a man's wrist now who was twice his height and three times his weight?
