But his mouth clearly wasn't as hard as Ye Xiaofei's brick, and after a few bricks, he cried and begged for mercy, spitting blood and foam everywhere.
Ye Xiaofei snorted coldly and threw the brick aside.
The smile on his face grew increasingly ferocious. In his eyes, Old Zhu was the most despicable. No, even after death, his spirit should be extracted, allowing him to suffer the agony of soul rending, only then would his own hatred be assuaged.
He despised those who defiled innocent women most—and he wished to flay them alive.
Especially since Lin Qianxi was the woman he fancied in his heart. Though he hadn't yet figured out how to face her, Lin Qianxi was definitely his reverse scale, just like Elder Sister Xiao Ya, untouchable by anyone else.
"Old Zhu, right? Weren't you acting like a big shot just now? I hate scum like you who tarnish others' innocence. You've lived in this world, not knowing how many lives you've ruined and how many women's purity you've tarnished.
