Do I really have to be defiled like this? Sun Qin thought to herself in despair.
Suddenly, a light wind blew as squelching sounds sounded out, and a bloody mist sprayed onto the wall. The 20 or so people standing at the entrance were instantly decapitated, and their heads and bodies fell to the ground.
A black-cloaked figure appeared before the restaurant, and the figure held a demonic sword and gave off an icy and powerful aura as the figure said, "You deserve death!"
Zhao Fu waved his hand, and a formless energy sent the young man pressing down against Sun Qin flying.
Zhao Fu walked in and saw Sun Qin in her torn clothes. He walked over and took out a set of clothes from his King's Ring as he asked, "Are you alright?"