If Wang Zhiming bites her, he would surely take a chunk of flesh with him.
He had bit off noses and ears before – it wouldn't be the first time.
By the time someone comes, Xiao Qian would either be noseless or earless.
Valuing her appearance, Xiao Qian couldn't let that happen. As he lunged, she swiftly pulled a spray from her pocket spraying it toward him.
"Ah!" A cry of suffering!
The people who rushed in tried separating the deranged man from Xiao Qian. Wang Zhiming, oh wait, Wang Zhihu, as his alter ego should be called, covered his eyes, the sting preventing him from opening them. Despite the anguish, his body couldn't stop struggling. His strength was astounding, so much so that two men couldn't hold him down, and one even got bitten in the process.
"You wench! I'll slash your face and kill you!" Wang Zhihu was yelling violently. Those holding him down felt a mounting fear. Wang Zhihu no longer seemed human.
