"Shut up!"
Gu Ya kicked Niu Dahu hard, "Do you believe I could disable one of your legs right now?" If he hadn't appeared in time just now to take the blow for the little wife, that stick would have hit her.
Even as a tough man, he barely managed to block that stick.
How could the little wife, with her delicate skin, have withstood it?
The more Gu Ya thought about how Niu Dahu dared to lay his hands on his little wife, the darker the bottom of his eyes became, and the kick he delivered to Niu Dahu was even more ruthless, hitting him particularly hard in the waist.
Niu Dahu, struck by Gu Ya's kick, grimaced in pain, his greasy face contorting with agony. Niu Dahu wanted to curse back, but meeting Gu Ya's cold, dark eyes, he chickened out and swallowed down his words.
Mrs. Feng, seeing her husband pinned down by Gu Ya, charged at him like a wild buffalo with her plump body, "Dare to hit my man, I'll fight you with my life!"