Zhao Yang loomed above, looking coldly down at Zou Lita and said, "Don't know why you're getting beaten?"
Zou Lita, a wild one himself, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy, daring to hit me?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another kick landed on his right cheek, filling Zou Lita's mouth with sand, making his gums start to swell.
"For that filthy mouth alone, I should give you a proper beating," Zhao Yang said coldly.
"Why the hell are you hitting me?" Zou Lita didn't dare to swear anymore.
"Why am I hitting you," Zhao Yang sneered and said, "You little scammer, conned a hundred thousand yuan, and even tried to scam a girl, am I right?"
Zou Lita blinked and finally understood.
This guy was here about that girl.
These past couple of days Zou Lita had been wondering why the girl hadn't shown up yet. Everything had been going smoothly, the hundred thousand yuan had come easily, without even having to blow the dust off.
