"Scream! Scream louder, I want to see who dares to rescue you here today, you bitch, daring to bite me!" Zhang Xinpeng was straddling a KTV hostess, slapping her cheeks left and right, with a light scratch visible on his lip, his expression twisted with ferocity.
"Wuu wuu wuu... Spare me, Young Master Zhang, please let me go, I beg you..."
With a loud "Ah!" Zhang Xinpeng landed another heavy slap.
The KTV hostess's hair was disheveled, as she tearfully begged Zhang Xinpeng for mercy. Fresh bruises had appeared at the corner of her left eye, marks freshly made by Zhang Xinpeng.
Just as Zhang Xinpeng was getting carried away with hitting her, suddenly the door to his private room was slammed open. Several burly bald men, with cigarettes dangling from their lips, swaggered in, one of them carrying a burlap sack which he, without a word, pulled over Zhang Xinpeng's head.
"Who are you?"
