"Hooligan..."
Zijun stepped back, rubbing her wrist, when suddenly, an idea struck her, and she smirked as she circled around to Su Sheng's back—now let's see if you can stay still.
Without hesitation, she lifted her leg to kick the man behind the knee, imagining the sight of the man kneeling, which would surely be satisfying.
However, she might have been too optimistic; her foot did land the kick, but far from kneeling, Su Sheng didn't even bend his leg—he remained standing straight up.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, Zijun's outer thigh was slapped by the man, sending a numbness through her entire leg, and she quickly hopped to one side.
"Nice feel," Su Sheng said, holding back his laughter; he was taking advantage, but he wasn't being explicit about it.
"You just wait."
Zijun refused to believe it; Su Sheng was standing there letting her hit him, couldn't she win at all?
