Zheng Duobin felt like his body had fallen apart, aching unbearably; yet he couldn't even locate where to touch. As soon as his hand brushed against something, he was hit with a heart-piercing pain. Looking down, he saw two of his fingers were broken!
The group of burly men stared at Muniang blankly, utterly unable to come to terms with the fact that such a petite woman had knocked down a grown man trained in martial arts since childhood.
Muniang's eyes instantly turned icy-cold; the coquettish demeanor she had moments ago vanished without a trace. It was as if what they had just seen was but an illusion. Now, she was as sinister as a Shura from hell, "What do you think you are, daring to lay your hands on me? Breaking two of your fingers today is me being polite. If there's a next time, I'll crush your entire hand!"
Lin Kexin, watching from behind the window, trembled with fear, unable to comprehend how such a slender Muniang could possess such explosive power and presence.
