Shen Wei
Editor: Atlas Studios
Another slap, louder than the previous one. It flattened Xia Ruoxin's face. A clear and scary red handprint appeared on her pale face.
Obviously, that did not dispel the man's hatred because he gave her another slap. Apparently, his male ego was bruised from her action. She was dizzy from the slaps. Blood had appeared on the corner of her lips, but the man continued to rain his punches on her body. She was terrified to move that she could only coil herself into a fetal position.
In her daze, her lips parted and closed; but there was no sound. Even if there was one, it would have been drowned in this noisy place; and no one would have heard her.
She could have been pleading or screaming for help, no one bothered with her. Everything to them was a game. If someone was to die in this madness, these people would have been bystanders.