"You scared the shit out of me; I wasn't prepared at all," Zhen Ping glared at Wu Gang, then moved his arm around.
"Eh?" Zhen Ping shook his arm vigorously, excitedly saying, "I'm cured! My arm is cured!"
"Let me punch you and see if I've really recovered," Wu Gang completely ignored Zhen Ping's request. It wasn't his fault he wasn't good at studying; he simply didn't have the brain for it.
"By the way, that woman who came with you, she's not in trouble, is she?" Zhen Ping asked Wu Gang worriedly. After all, letting a woman deal with those men was quite improper.
"Listen to the noises inside, do you think she's the one in trouble?" Wu Gang felt that Zhen Ping was just idly worrying about others when his own arm had only just healed.
Listening closely, there were bursts of screams from inside, but they seemed to be men's voices, and it was a continuous kind of scream—it looked like Zeng Yu was indeed fine.
