"Asshole, you think you're tough?" Quan Xiangyu clutched his belly and shakily stood up, his face distorted with cruelty.
Quan Dongyi's expression remained indifferent, a coldness sweeping across his face, "If you two kneel and beg for mercy now, and let this little girl spend the night with me, maybe I'll spare your dog lives!"
Quan Dongyi's words were directed at Lin Mo.
At this moment, Lin Mo was still calmly seated on the sofa, showing no fear or panic even though the other party had pulled out a gun.
Liu Jing was already scared pale, having lost her wits from fear.
The opponent had a gun; neither Lin Mo nor Yingzi could fend off the other party's attacks anymore.
"How dare you insult my master?" Yingzi's eyebrows shot up and she kicked Quan Dongyi in the chest. Before Quan Dongyi could react, his sternum was crushed, and his eyes bulged in agony. He opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound.
