Directly Crippled, An Old Acquaintance, Face Slap Warning! (1)

"The little girl thinks she can beat a man," the middle-aged man sneered, his expression lewd and greasy. He laughed loudly, "Can't you see that everyone else is smart enough not to get involved? What kind of hero do you think you are, trying to get yourself into trouble and expecting me to let go?"

Several of his accomplices had already moved closer.

The two girls they had captured earlier were no longer capable of escaping, so they were not concerned about them running away.

At this moment, they all surrounded Si Fuqing.

The onlookers became anxious, shouting for her to run.

Si Fuqing lowered her eyelashes as if remembering something. The hostility in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

The middle-aged man sneered, "Afraid now? Too late. Let's take her too and have some fun today!"

He was about to exert more force when he suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist, rendering him unable to apply any strength.