"Lu Jianshen, I give you one chance. Just kneel down and call me 'Dad,' and I'll let you go," Pang Hai sneered arrogantly, his face the picture of brazen confidence.
"You?" Lu Jianshen scoffed coldly.
"Fine, you've got spirit. Now let's see if you can keep that proud backbone of yours when the stick is beating down on you."
Pang Hai sneered again and waved his hand, "Brothers, get him."
In an instant, the large circle split into several smaller ones, with Lu Jianshen and Fang Qinglian tightly surrounded both inside and out.
Huddling, Fang Qinglian tugged at Lu Jianshen's sleeve, "Jianshen, how did it come to this? I'm afraid."
"It's okay," Lu Jianshen assured her.
Lifting his gaze, his sharp, cold eyes met Pang Hai's, "This is between us. Don't make it hard on a woman."
Pang Hai let out a cold laugh and took large steps forward, whistling as he went.
He quickly stopped beside Fang Qinglian.
