Hu Mingcheng was beaten so badly he almost croaked before they let up on him.
People hoisted him up and hung him on a tree branch, then someone pinched Hu Mingcheng's face and slapped him twice, forcing him to open his eyes.
"Who the hell are you?"
Hu Mingcheng coughed twice before he felt as if he had come back to life, terrified beyond measure.
In the dim night, a man was smoking, his leather gloves gleaming under the faint streetlights, looking eerily abnormal.
The man exhaled a puff of smoke, "Yang Family!"
It was just three words, but Hu Mingcheng started to struggle, "You've got the wrong person, I am Hu Mingcheng, the one who was in contact with you!"
The man chuckled coldly, his laugh devoid of any warmth.
He patted Hu Mingcheng's face, "We didn't get it wrong, it's you we meant to beat! Did you really think you could just sleep with our Yang Family's little demon and get away with it?"
Hu Mingcheng: ...
He had forgotten this point.
