Seeing Mu Xiaoyao approaching, Xiong instinctively shrank back in fear.
When there was nowhere else to retreat, he could only beg piteously for mercy.
"Br-Brother, please spare me, I...I didn't realize who you are, I won't dare to do it again! Please, please spare me."
His chest still throbbed dully from the punch he'd taken earlier; he had no idea how badly he had been injured internally.
Now that he knew he was the target, Xiong felt that things had taken a turn for the worse.
Mu Xiaoyao stepped in front of him, looking down with dispassionate eyes.
But to all who heard, his words were chilling: "It seems you've frightened my people."
Frightened... his people?
Was he referring to the girl in the car who was trying to call for help?
As soon as he noticed she was reaching for her phone, Xiong acted without thought, intimidating her to deter her.
He hadn't expected that after being beaten up to this extent by Mu Xiaoyao, he would still be held accountable!
