"I don't hit women."
Du Chong looked towards An Xi, who walked towards him with seductive, cat-like steps, and glanced coldly at her while on both sides, no club henchmen who were protected by the Dragon Guards could stand up anymore.
Including that deputy leader who had talked big before, he had just been crushed and stepped on underfoot after talking tough.
An Xi curled her lips up, looking scornfully at Du Chong. "I think you're just afraid of losing face because you can't beat me."
Du Chong's eyelid twitched.
Pan Ming roared lowly and charged at An Xi, having risen to his position solely through Du Chong's favor; if he didn't stand up now, when would he?
An Xi smirked dismissively. Just as Pan Ming got close, she suddenly spun around with a back kick, hitting Pan Ming in the face and stepping on him.
"Come on, or I'll cripple him."
An Xi raised her high heel onto the back of Pan Ming's hand, and Pan Ming endured the pain. "Boss, don't fall for this woman's trick!"
