Fang Wu blocked her way and looked at the three drunk men with a cold gaze. "She's yours."
When Li Ruzhu heard his words, her face immediately turned even paler than the moonlight. When the three drunkards heard his words, their eyes immediately lit up with excitement and evil.
"No, don't come over…"
Li Ruzhu watched as the three burly men approached her. She kept shaking her head, her face filled with tears. There was an ice-cold wall behind her, and she wanted to run away from them.
The man closest to her grabbed her hair and pulled her back, pressing her against the cold and dirty debris.
There was the sound of metal colliding, and the hand of sin surged towards her like a tide…
Her miserable screams lingered in this silent alley for a long time.
Fang Wu returned to the car by the road and said respectfully, "Sir…"