"Bang!" Following the sound of a punch, the yellow-haired man wailed in pain. He covered his mouth and cried.
Wei Xi'er covered her mouth to suppress her scream. Shen Hanxing punched on the man's face without saying a word. It's over, it's really over now.
Shen Hanxing's wrists were fair and slender. It was a perfect example of what a fine wrist was. However, this pair of art-like hands demonstrated the aesthetics of violence.
After the punch, the man covered his mouth. Blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers. How could such a beautiful hand be so powerful? Why would a wealthy lady be so impulsive and aggressive?
Wei Xi'er was both afraid and delighted. These trashy men deserved to be beaten up! However... Shen Hanxing's punch had also shattered their escape route. No matter how powerful Shen Hanxing was, could she fight against 20 to 30 strong men alone? Nevertheless, it was too late to say no.
