Feng Yanyan was making muffled noises in her mouth.
These people...
You're no match for them at all.
But Ke Li still remained unmoved, "What you're doing is illegal, if you don't let her go, I'm calling the police!"
The leader spat out his cigarette butt with a "ptui," and growled, "Motherfucker, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, do you? Beat him up!"
Ke Li was just a frail scholar; how could he stand a chance against those two?
The iron bar in his hand was quickly snatched away, and he was beaten to the ground.
Seeing that no one was restraining her, Feng Yanyan struggled to get up, but the leader grabbed her collar in one swift movement, "Where do you think you're running off to, you little bitch?"
Suddenly, his gaze shifted downward...
He reached out and touched Feng Yanyan's cheek; as expected of a rich girl, pampered and delicate, she was beautiful, with skin both smooth and soft.
