"Fuck, stop right there!"
The two men who had solidly taken a punch from Zhang Xiaowei covered their painful noses, cursed in anger, and chased after Zhang Xiaowei.
Bang!
Upon reaching the second floor, Zhang Xiaowei located the room and kicked the door open with one foot.
"Xiaowei!"
In the room, Tan Xiaoli was being held by a man with her arms twisted behind her back, struggling in fear. She exclaimed excitedly when she saw Zhang Xiaowei.
Her clothes were still tidy, just changed into a different outfit.
She was only wearing a simple tube top. Because of the angle of view from below, Zhang Xiaowei had thought she was without clothes.
"Let go of me!"
Zhang Xiaowei's eyes were red with rage as he roared and charged at the man.
The man's face turned ashen, coldly watching the two men who followed him to the door and scolded, "You two wastes of space, can't even keep an eye on one person!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, Zhang Xiaowei was already in front of him.
