"Do you guys want to come at me at once, or?" Zhao Chuchu scanned the thugs.
The group of men noticed how pretty the lady was, and their expressions changed.
"Oh? Do you want to have a taste of us? Why don't you come and have a drink with us after I sell the tiger? I'll promise you the best time of your life." The leader extended his finger, trying to raise the lady's head by her chin.
However, what he heard after that was a loud crack.
Zhao Chuchu grabbed the man's hand and twisted it.
"Argh!" The man's scream pierced through the street.
"Did you really hunt the tiger?" Zhao Chuchu chuckled. "With this kind of strength?"
"Argh! M-my wrist! You broke it!"
"Did you hunt the tiger or not?" The lady increased her grip strength.
"F-forgive me! I didn't hunt it! Please let me go!" It was so painful that the man was getting drenched in his own sweat.
