The man who had not received the money and was spat upon was now enraged. He raised his hand and landed a punch on Wei Qinghe’s stomach.
A muffled thud echoed.
The fist intimately met the soft flesh of the man’s stomach.
Wei Qinghe’s facial expression twisted in pain.
"Why are you so obstinate when you’re neither wealthy nor powerful? You think you can protect anyone? Ridiculous." The man said after a powerful kick to Wei Qinghe’s kneecap, yanking at his hair even harder.
Each word was like a knife, carving into Wei Qinghe’s heart, causing both physical and emotional pain.
He had heard such words many times before.
"You won’t know your place until I teach you a lesson." The man said, yanking the hand that held onto Wei Qinghe’s hair with force, flinging him onto the adjacent wall. He then kicked the boy’s body again.
A crack.
The sound resounded as the foot intimately met bone.
Wei Qinghe grunted, the pain searing regardless of his protective measures.
His phone was not far away, but he had no intention of picking it up to call the police.
He couldn’t call... he mustn’t call.
A crowd circled around Wei Qinghe, leaving him no room to retaliate.
Wei Qinghe, while fending off the man’s punches and kicks, stared blankly at his phone on the ground. His once clean body was now covered with the man’s grimy shoe prints.
The man continued swearing as he attacked, visibly displeased.
"You dare to spit on me, who do you think you are? Just a penniless beggar who can’t afford to pay up. How can there be a star as poor as you?"
"What can you do against me now? You can’t even fight back, you weakling."
"After I’m done with you, I’m going to take one of your fingers."
...
Thud.
Thud.
Not only did the fist intimately meet his body, but his body also met the wall just as closely. Wei Qinghe felt pain everywhere.
He was so tired.
The door creaked open again. Yu Ting, who had heard the strange sounds from not far away, was startled when she saw the scenario upon entering. Among the group of burly men, she spotted Wei Qinghe curled up in a corner, silent. A man’s foot was still on him.
This was the rule of law in a constitutional society?
What’s going on?
Yu Ting’s gaze turned fierce. She didn’t bother polite pretenses and decisively pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"I’m calling the police."
"Who the fuck is this bitch?" A small time henchman who was closest to the door started walking towards Yu Ting. As he stretched his limbs, he planned to teach Yu Ting a lesson for meddling.
Yu Ting, with one hand holding her phone to her ear, swiftly and forcefully kicked the henchman’s abdomen. Her leg was slender but powerful.
"Stay away from me."
"Shit, what’s your problem woman, how dare you..."
"I’ve called the police."
Yu Ting said in a flat tone, suppressing her anger.
What’s happening?
Are these Shen Ruchu’s people?
"Fuck, what a pain in the ass." The lead thug grumbled, stopped his actions, and slowly approached Yu Ting. "You’re quite fierce, and pretty good looking too..."
As he reached to grope her, his hand was caught by Yu Ting. She suddenly lunged forward, using her knee to forcefully hit the man’s stomach. "Speak respectfully. Don’t touch me."
Both her actions and tone reflected Yu Ting’s displeasure.
She was angry, very angry.
She slammed her elbow forcefully against the man’s spine, while her other hand, holding the phone, slapped the man’s face hard.
A crisp slap echoed in the dingy hallway.
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