His head suddenly felt dizzy, and the Little Demon King reached to touch the back of his neck—his small hand came back covered in blood.
Before he had a chance to get up, someone grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him to his feet.
Su Meng slapped him several times hard across the body, "Let's see where you can run to now!"
Although the Little Demon King was in pain, he endured it silently, not making a sound.
Su Meng turned her head and asked the people who had followed her out of the room, "Sisters, how do you think we should deal with this kid?"
"I can't even open my eyes right now—let him suffer for what he's done to us! Just beat him to death!"
"No! Call Mo Qiansu over first, make her kneel and apologize to us, compensate us for our losses, and then send her and her brother to the police station!"
