"You old thief, you dare to grab my shoulder?" Yang Chuxia's face darkened, and making use of the hand on her shoulder, she jumped and kicked the man in the face.
After her outburst, Yang Chuxia soon had the three men under her feet. She took a few deep breaths, steadied herself, and decided that she would start exercising when she got home today, as she was too weak.
"Why did you try to kidnap me?"
"If you want to hit, hit. If you want to kill, kill. Why so much talk?"
"Good, since you asked me to hit you, I won't hold back." As her words fell, Yang Chuxia's fists started raining down on the man who had spoken first.
The man screamed in pain, and apparently, the commotion drew quite a crowd. Especially those who had lost daughters themselves stopped and glared at the men who were being beaten, wishing they could go up and kick them too.
However, those men were quite tough. No matter how hard Yang Chuxia hit or kicked them, they refused to speak or reveal their motives.
