Du Xuan suddenly turned her head, a trace of fear unconsciously flashing across her eyes, which quickly turned into bold defiance, "Brother Tong, it's that bitch Lan Jin!"
As darkness descended, it was not easy to clearly discern the other party's features, but the sight of her still made all the delinquents present stare in astonishment, drooling, their earlier inexplicable fear seemingly forgotten.
"Is this really that 'kill matt' freak?"
Fan Tong was very surprised, lust glinting in his eyes as he couldn't take them off Lan Jin, involuntarily letting out a wolf whistle.
The other hoodlums also chimed in, "That look, that figure, too freaking hot... heh heh."
Lan Jin's brow furrowed in disgust at their sleazy, sticky gazes. Her eyes narrowed, flashing with a bloodthirsty intent to kill as she started to move—
"Lan Jin, you run away quick, don't worry about me! They are going to..."
