Crash!
The remaining few rushed towards Han Meimei like madmen, and in their haste, they all stepped over Beard's burly body.
The man, just recovering, cried out again and again.
"You little bastard, kneel down for me now!"
A young man pulled a switchblade from his pocket and placed it in front of Han Meimei's neck.
He noticed that Feng Lin hadn't moved from his spot.
They all knew that Feng Lin was paralyzed with fear.
"Tsk tsk, kid, your wife's got such tender skin, if you don't kneel, her pretty face is going to be ruined."
"We're really pissed off right now, we've been restraining ourselves."
...
Feng Lin glanced helplessly at Han Meimei, "You're not really waiting for me to save you, are you?"
"I'm trapped, why can't you save me?" Han Meimei pouted and asked.
"Such a beautiful wife, and you're not saving her?"
The young man with the switchblade leered at Han Meimei, "Beauty, you might as well just go with me."
