The yellowish face with dirt-like attire, especially that green shoulder bag resembling a relic, impossible to mistake!
He then grinned cheekily and said, "Of course it's her, who else? I've been to bed with her, can't I recognize her?"
Lawrence Winters snorted coldly, walked out from the room next door, and slapped him on the face, "Really? You slept with her?! Such foul mouth! Saying things that tarnish someone's reputation!"
The gunman was not handcuffed and hastily shielded his face with his arm, cursing angrily, "Who are you, lunatic! I don't even know you! Why are you hitting me?!"
"I'm hitting exactly you!" Lawrence reversed her hand and delivered another slap.
Her speed was so fast, the gunman hadn't even managed to block the other side of his face, and with a slap, her hand already landed.
Then Lawrence kicked out, landing precisely on his vital part, the man screamed terribly and fell straight down, fainting from the pain.
