Seeing this, his many friends didn't stop him. Siao Jia was getting what she deserved. If Siao Jia had treated them the same way, they would have been even more ruthless than Xu Ke.
But Siao Fan wouldn't stand for it.
"Xu Ke, you fucking bastard!" Siao Fan roared and charged forward.
If his sister's face is ruined, who's going to earn his bride price?
Xu Ke watched as Siao Fan's fist rapidly grew larger in his vision, and he easily dodged it. Unable to control his momentum, Siao Fan shot past Xu Ke and began to fall. His face turned pale with fear. Just then, Xu Ke grabbed him by the back.
Siao Fan instinctively started to say, "Than—"
But before he could finish, he heard Xu Ke's voice, seemingly crawling up from the depths of hell. "I haven't forgotten about that kick of yours."
A powerful sense of foreboding washed over Siao Fan.
Xu Ke hoisted him into the air, then let go. As Siao Fan fell, Xu Ke raised his leg and stomped down hard.
CRUNCH!
