Liang Cai, having been thrown like that just now, snapped out of his drunken stupor and struggled to crawl out of the burlap sack.
The alley was cloaked in darkness, but his eyes immediately latched onto the girl bathed in ethereal blue moonlight.
Her glasses glinted coldly, like a looming hand from the shadows, perfectly choking his throat.
In such a setting, Liang Cai felt a chilling sensation shooting up his back, leaving him gasping for air.
"Who... who are you? What do you want from me?"
The girl raised her chin slightly, and Feng Yueyang was the first to rush forward, landing a solid kick on Liang Cai.
Liang Cai rolled on the ground once, but before he could steady himself, another kick landed squarely on his back.
Punches and kicks came raining down in rapid succession, leaving him no time to even cry out in pain.
