Even the hair on her forehead seemed as though it might explode.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the wish she had just begged for would not come true.
Just as the girl thought of moving the middle-aged man’s salacious hand away, she found that his arm had retracted on its own. A chill went down her spine—had he finished touching her so quickly? Could it be that he was going to use force?
Little did she know, at this very moment, a firm and strong wrist was secretly helping her out of the Sea of Suffering.
The middle-aged fat man felt a warmth in his heart; he had touched her thigh and was surprised when she seemed to reach for his groin of her own accord! In order to ensure the car drove smoothly, the middle-aged man didn’t bow his head to check. After all, there were only two of them in the car. If not her, who else could it be?
Overwhelmed with lust, the middle-aged fat man was determined to have the girl by any means that night. Such a fine piece of goods was hard to come by.
Looking at his face, almost twisted with depravity, the girl’s stomach churned, and she even felt a vague urge to vomit, especially due to the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol emanating from him, which involuntarily caused the girl’s delicate brows to furrow.
All of a sudden, the middle-aged man’s body convulsed in pain, his mouth nearly twisting, and he stopped the Porsche by the roadside. Turning his head with a lewd smile, he said, "Little beauty, I couldn’t tell before, but who would have thought you could be so eager?"
Feeling the warm sensation stirring in his abdomen, the fat man could no longer hold back. To take such an innocent little beauty was an opportunity so rare it was almost impossible to find. He considered himself experienced in the ways of Zhonghai’s flowery world for decades, yet seldom had he encountered such a type of little beauty. Thus, the little wheels in his mind began to turn.
When the fat man reached out his hand, the girl’s emotions began to turn to fear. Dodging and evasive, her eyes were filled with disgust, and her originally delicate face turned purplish out of fear.
Her expression began to look frantically panicked.
"What’s wrong? You were so open before, are you starting to play innocent again now?"
The middle-aged fat man chuckled, his beady eyes nearly squeezed shut, not bothering to conceal the lascivious look in them.
He began to reach toward his abdomen, grabbing hold of the mysterious hand, and started to knead it—but to the girl, it looked like a completely different and unusual sensation.
She had seen men touch other people’s hands and men touch women’s hands, but today was truly the first time she had seen a man touch his own hand.
This turned the already timid girl into an even more terrified one. To her, it seemed like the fat man could be considered somewhat related to a pervert.
But just as the middle-aged fat man slowly raised the mystifying hand up to his mouth to kiss it,
The hand that was enclosed in his palm suddenly slipped away, and before the middle-aged man could react, a crisp slap resounded on his face.
The middle-aged fat man was entirely dumbfounded, but Lin Zifeng’s palm did not stop whipping back and forth.
The sound of slaps was relentless; instantly, the middle-aged fat man’s rotten yellow teeth were grandly knocked out.
Blood spilled from his mouth like sulfuric acid, splotchy and yellow. The girl screamed continuously, cowering inside the car. If it weren’t for the door being locked from the inside, she would have already been scared enough to run out.
When the girl saw the owner of the mysterious hand, her heart, which had just settled a little, once again became restless.
Because she saw a scene she would never forget in her lifetime!
A man in black, wearing a mysterious bronze mask that almost covered his entire face, slowly rose from the back seat and began to strike, each movement of his palm landing solidly on the pudgy middle-aged man’s pig-like face.
The pain made him scream loudly inside the car, like a pig being slaughtered. He begged desperately for mercy, but the mysterious man seemed to be playing, slapping him again and again. Eventually, the middle-aged man became completely dazed from the beating.
His pancake face had now turned into a watermelon face, and his yellow teeth had been almost entirely slapped away, his face awash with fresh blood like painted with lacquer.
Even his consciousness began to blur.
Seeing all this, the girl felt a dark sense of satisfaction deep inside, though she outwardly appeared submissive, she still had a deep disdain for the man who looked like a pig’s head.
As Lin Zifeng indifferently slapped away, the girl mustered up some courage out of fear and snuck a few glances at Lin Zifeng through the dim light inside the car.
At that moment, Lin Zifeng’s mouth was tilted upwards, his expression indifferent and cold. With a slap to the left and a slap to the right, he kept striking until the middle-aged man screamed miserably. But with each blow, the man kept screaming in agony, not yet beaten to the point of losing all signs of life.
It seemed that the strength of this mysterious man must be different from that of ordinary people.
Otherwise, with such a way of beating, he would have killed him by now!
Blood splattered inside the car, teeth fell out, and the middle-aged man now felt like crying. Even if he had committed a grave offense, "Brother, at least talk first before hitting so I can brace myself for the beating," he thought. But Lin Zifeng’s sudden attack nearly made him roll his eyes back in his head, and to make matters worse, it was so frustrating and unclear that he didn’t even know why he was being hit!
And in his decades of life, he had never been beaten so senseless.
The girl’s heart was pounding, afraid that Lin Zifeng, in a moment of carelessness, might beat the man to death.
"Can you, can you please stop hitting him?"
People’s imaginations tend to be rich, especially girls’, which are even more so. Daydreams almost constitute the sole pleasure in the inner world of girls’ thoughts. Do not be fooled by how quiet and gentle they appear on the surface; their minds are no less active than boys’.
The girl’s voice was somewhat low, even fading to a whisper by the end, pleading with Lin Zifeng in a voice barely audible to herself.
Lin Zifeng’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as he turned to look at the girl, who sat huddled in the car, holding her knees obediently. His indifferent gaze gradually softened.
The girl acutely sensed Lin Zifeng’s gaze shifting towards her, and her pretty face flushed even more with embarrassment.
But Lin Zifeng’s gaze lingered on her face for just three seconds.
Indeed, she was a beauty in the making; it was a pity she had ended up in a place like a nightclub. Lin Zifeng felt a silent regret for the girl.
"Can you, can you please not hit him anymore? If you continue, he’s going to die."
The girl had prepared herself to speak out in defense, even if it meant going from the tiger’s den into the wolf’s lair, after all, she was just a student at one of Zhonghai City’s prestigious schools.
She couldn’t bear to see such a bloody scene, and more so, she was worried about Lin Zifeng.