Chu Jinzhao smiled and shook his head without leaving immediately. Instead, he leaned lazily against the carved door frame of the Ye Family's back entrance, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke leisurely.
From the darkness ahead, suddenly came a woman's scream—
"Help..."
Only a single cry before it sounded like someone was choking her, cutting off the rest mid-throat.
Chu Jinzhao's expression changed abruptly, and after only a second's hesitation, he snuffed out his cigarette and strode toward the source of the sound.
As he got closer, he heard a man's vicious voice, "You little bitch, you don't want the face I gave you, huh? Daring to slap me, you're fucking asking for it."
Accompanying his words were two crisp slaps.
A woman with disheveled hair in an orange evening gown was pinned against the wall; the man's hand clenched tightly around her throat, exerting force, compelling her to stand on tiptoe with all her might.