The darkness that had overlapped on Li ZiChen's face was too overwhelming. While his head remained icy cold and logical throughout his lifetime, this was the very first time in a long time that he couldn't control his emotions. His anger had gone haywire, his fists that plummet down Jiang MengYao's face held no hesitation for the kill, and if not for the hand that had stopped him, he would have destroyed the bastard's life there and then.
Meanwhile Jiang MengYao was yelling for help. He felt as though he had been taken into a cave and eaten alive by some wild animal, causing him to let out a genuine scream of help for his life. He could feel his head swaying, his eyes couldn't see anything on its left while the red was covered in scarlet. The pain, the powerful punch, and the fear of the sheer rage that was let out by Li ZiChen had him traumatized, causing him to cower and flinch when Li ZiChen took a step closer to him.
