"Run, where to run?"
The tattooed man from the Han Dynasty got out of the car and saw a beautiful girl pulling a pretty boy, trying to escape. He immediately flanked them from both sides and trapped Li Feng and Tong Qian in the middle.
"Wow, what a pretty chick," said a sleazy-faced man, smacking his lips and scanning Tong Qian with his eyes back and forth.
"Beauty, what's your surname? Want to exchange contact info?"
"Get lost!"
Tong Qian sharply retorted with a "Get lost," darkening the man's face: "Little girl, don't play innocent with me. Daring to cheat in broad daylight, you're no good either. I take a liking to you, and you still dare to act tough."
"Hey, Brother Ma, this kind of woman, thinking she's a goddess just because she's got some looks. For these types, just give them a couple of slaps, I guarantee they'll be tamer than a cat."
"Shut up."
The leading muscular man stopped the off-topic conversation, his gaze coldly fixed on Li Feng: "You must be Li Feng."
