"Ah Qing?!" The villagers had all thought that Wang Da An was about to take a brutal beating from the mole-faced brute.
Unexpectedly, someone suddenly popped up, blocking that slap.
What shocked them even more was that the person was actually Lu Qing!
"Is it you, you little rascal?!" The mole-faced man was also surprised, and then he sneered viciously, "Perfect, I was just worrying about where to find you. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep!"
"Quick, come back, Ah Qing, these people are bad news!"
Seeing the turn of events, Elder Zhang hurriedly shouted.
"Thinking of running now? Too late!" A cruel light shone in the mole-faced man's eyes.
His grip tightened, attempting to free his arm and grab hold of Lu Qing.
However, when he exerted force to shake it off, he found that Lu Qing's hand on his wrist was like a fine steel clamp, unmoving.
Not only did it not get shaken off, but it also tightened even further, causing his wrist to start aching.
