"You, what do you want to do!"
"Bastards, come at me if there's something! It has nothing to do with her!"
Ignoring Tang Wei's shouts, the short man reached out and grabbed Wei Yang's arm, then without a word, pushed and shoved her into a nearby tent.
What would happen next goes without saying.
Seeing Wei Yang disappear from sight, Tang Xiaoquan felt like he was about to lose his mind. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the people holding him, but there were too many enemies, and coupled with his previous injuries, the outnumbered Tang Xiaoquan was powerless to resist.
Thus, he was forcibly dragged into the tent by four "bastards".
Seeing Tang Xiaoquan being brought in, the short man turned around jokingly, and then with a smug grin, walked up and said, "Stinking kid, how are you doing?"
"Beast! If you touch her, I'll..."
