But before he could aim the muzzle at that man, he was pinned to the ground by a group of muscular men who appeared out of nowhere.
"Hua Fu, let me go!" Fatty gritted his teeth, glaring at Hua Fu fiercely. The intense humiliation made him want to put a bullet through the man's head!
Hua Fu looked down at him from above, his face—away from the girl—dark and sinister: "Who gave you the guts to touch my woman?"
His voice was icy and cutting, as if hiding countless blades of frost, sweeping towards the other like a winter storm.
Fatty let out a cold laugh. "Hua Fu, you're too late."
"Your woman has already been sampled by me earlier, and the taste... not bad." His lecherous eyes rested on the girl as he licked his lips.
"Hua Fu, I didn't..." Yu Zhi's eyes were red, tears mixed with eyedrops falling incessantly.
She clenched her fingers tightly, gripping her bag with such force that her knuckles turned pale—perhaps due to the depths of her sorrow.
