By the time Jiāo Liàngchén arrived, Sian had already kicked the attacker, sending him crashing into a tree. Now, Sian stood in front of the crying girl.
Jiāo Liàngchén froze in place, neither moving nor speaking.
Meanwhile, the man Sian had sent flying got back to his feet, his crazed, obsessive gaze locking onto Sian.
His face was far from handsome; rather, it was terrifying. And now, after taking Sian's kick, it had become even more twisted and grotesque.
He staggered forward, mumbling to himself, before speaking in a clear, eerie voice:
"You… You're the one from before? I really, really liked your face. You're an angel. No one in my collection can compare to your beauty."
A chilling giggle escaped his lips as his eyes glowed with a twisted desire.
"Hehehe… I want it. I want your beautiful face. Those dazzling, captivating eyes… those delicate, cherry-red lips… I want everything! Hahaha!"
