Li Jingmo coldly looked at the man begging for mercy on the ground, "Say that again? If you dare lie, I'll break your legs right now."
His voice was icy and threatening, scaring the man into shivering all over.
The beaten man cried out, "Master Li, please spare me, I didn't know she was your girlfriend. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to touch her."
Now he regretted it as much as one possibly could. In the past, when he touched women, none had dared to resist—they all suffered in silence. This had emboldened him.
Li Jingmo's expression was grim as he stepped forward, but Feng Bai held him back. He turned to look at Feng Bai.
"Let me do it."
Just thinking about how this man had touched her a moment ago made Feng Bai feel supremely disgusted.
Li Jingmo stepped back, and Feng Bai, seething with anger, stepped forward. The man gulped; a woman's beating had to be better than one from Master Li. Women were so much weaker; he'd probably suffer just a few hits at most.
