Chapter 11 Picking Up People
The man, destabilized by her kick, fell face-first to the ground, shards of glass piercing into his thigh in an instant.
A scream echoed through the entire alley.
Rong Zhi stepped on his back, pulling the little boy to her side, "If you can stand, stand. If not, hold on to me."
The man’s thigh was full of glass shards, possibly cutting into any part, causing him to tremble in agony, his face pale as he glared at her viciously, still cursing, "You damn bitch, I told you not to mess with my business. Call an ambulance for me now, or when I’m healed, I’ll beat you to death!"
Healed? Is this guy out of his mind?
Rong Zhi expressionlessly ground her foot into him, making the man scream like a slaughtered pig.
The little boy clung tightly to Rong Zhi’s other leg resting on the ground, frightened.
"Damn you... ah!!"
"You son of a... fuck!!!!"
Rong Zhi slowly ground her foot down on his thigh again.
The man stared wide-eyed in horror as if his eyes were about to pop out, filled with deep fear on his face.