Ji Wei's heart suddenly sank. She slowly squatted down, casually picked up a shard of a broken wine bottle, and clenched it in her hand. Every nerve in her body was stretched to its limit.
"You… don't come any closer!"
Ji Wei shouted coldly, her pitch-black eyes locked firmly onto the man who kept advancing toward her.
The scar-faced man glanced at the dead rats scattered all over the ground and grinned sinisterly. "You filthy wench. You've got some guts, huh? Since the rats didn't kill you, let me have a damn good time instead!"
With a lecherous gleam in his eyes, the scar-faced man lunged at her.
Ji Wei dodged to the side in haste, her foot landing on a carpet of broken glass shards. She stumbled, nearly falling.
In that brief moment of pause, the scar-faced man grabbed hold of her arm. "Trying to run? Give up that hope. Be a good girl and take off your clothes, and maybe I'll be a little gentle with you!"
"Get lost! Get away from me!"
