Seeing this, Zhuo Yating's complexion turned pale with rage.
She glared at Chen Feng with dead-set eyes, bellowing, "Chen Feng, you coward, scared stiff by a mere gun. Where's the courage you had back in that courtyard?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng turned his head to look at Zhuo Yating and said indifferently, "Big sister, that's a gun we're talking about. They're right, I'm no match for a gun!"
Having said that, Chen Feng ignored Zhuo Yating and went straight to the corner, bending down to pick up a rope.
"Ha ha ha, what a wimp indeed!"
The middle-aged man gloated at this sight, then turned his head toward Zhuo Yating with a lecherous smile and said, "Beautiful police officer, now that your sidekick has chickened out, will you willingly come to me? Really, don't make me get rough. I am a cultured man, you know!"
Though he said this, the middle-aged man's eyes never left Zhuo Yating's body…
Such behavior, far from being of a cultured man, was clearly that of a despicable pervert!
