"Bang—" there was a loud noise, but the expected pain did not come.
Gu Yu slowly opened his eyes, only to see Pudgy-face's body softly sliding down.
Behind him, Tang Yuran was gripping a wooden stick with both hands, gasping for air.
Her little face was flushed red from fever, her eyes brimming with tears, and her grip still trembling slightly, but the force she put into the blow had been her full strength.
The man with the triangular face was completely stunned by the scene before him.
The next second, he violently scrambled up from atop Gu Yu and charged toward Tang Yuran.
His hands tightly clenched around Tang Yuran's throat as he crazedly roared, "You little bitch, I'll kill you!! I'll kill you!! I should've just killed you outright!! I damn well shouldn't have let you go..."
"Cough... cough cough..." Tang Yuran felt like she couldn't breathe as he choked her. She released the wooden stick and desperately clawed at Triangular-face's hands, trying to pry them off her neck.
