Thug: I'm Screwed, I Kicked an Iron Plate, I'm Crying My Eyes Out

Watching the woman's expression change again and again, Scarface spoke up:

"Don't even dream of running away."

"To tell you the truth, I'm a Soul Master. How could an ordinary person like you possibly escape the palm of my hand?"

With that,

he walked toward the woman, who had collapsed on the ground.

A Soul Master!

The woman's face went blank.

Powerful, high and mighty, beyond the reach of ordinary people...

Those descriptions of Soul Masters surfaced in her mind.

In the end, the woman reached a conclusion.

There was no escaping this calamity!

Even so,

she still refused to give up so easily.

"Help!"

she shouted.

They were already close to another street.

She hoped someone would hear her and save her and her child from this sea of fire.

As for the woman's actions,

Scarface did nothing to stop her. He merely wore a look of deep mockery.

He wanted to crush every last shred of hope in her heart!

As the woman shouted,

he strode over in two steps, grabbed her by her beautiful hair, and hauled her to her feet.

Then he brought her to the street corner and looked at the vendor.

"Hey, sweet potato seller, do you dare save her?!"

Scarface's voice was full of viciousness.

At that moment,

the woman also gazed at the vendor, her eyes full of pleading.

But

the vendor gave her a cold glance, then looked warily at Scarface, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

In the end, he said nothing.

He simply turned his head away in silence, no longer looking toward the corner.

"Hahaha..."

Scarface laughed triumphantly.

He was extremely satisfied with the vendor's reaction.

And at that moment,

the last glimmer of hope in the woman's eyes died completely when the vendor turned his head away.

Her heart had turned to dead ashes...

Now she understood.

No one would come to save a complete stranger like her.

That was right!

Who would offend a Soul Master for the sake of a complete stranger?

Scarface had just leaped down from a rooftop without suffering a scratch.

The vendor

had seen it all clearly.

There was no need to think twice.

A man like that

had to be a Soul Master.

The vendor was just an ordinary man.

How would he dare offend him?

The only thing he could do was turn his head away and pray for the woman holding her child.

"Well? Have you finally given up hope?"

An amused smile appeared on Scarface's face.

The woman said nothing.

She only stared blankly at the child in her arms.

Seeing this,

Scarface laughed again.

"Don't worry. Once I'm done having my fun, I'll sell you and your daughter to a brothel, so you can keep each other company. Hahaha..."

The woman's expression did not change.

She only blamed herself over and over in her heart.

My daughter, it's because your mother is useless. I'm the one who brought this on you!

I shouldn't have rented a place here, and I especially shouldn't have ignored their warnings.

I regret it so much now...

Seeing that the woman still would not speak,

Scarface lost his patience. The mockery vanished from his face, and he reached a demonic hand toward the woman slumped on the ground.

It went straight for her twin peaks.

What he had long been looking forward to lay there!

At that moment,

Scarface could almost feel the softness of the woman's body.

As for the woman slumped on the ground,

she seemed to have accepted her fate.

However,

just as Scarface's thick hand was about to touch her clothes,

something unexpected happened!

He suddenly felt as though his wrist had been clamped in an iron vise.

A sharp pain shot through it.

What was this...?

His sweet dream shattered, Scarface looked down at his wrist.

A fair-skinned hand was gripping it tightly.

Scarface was shocked.

He hurriedly looked up.

A young man in a long cyan robe stood smiling at him. His face was sharply defined, with traces of stubble around his mouth.

"Who are you?!"

Scarface forced himself to stay calm.

But his heart kept pounding beyond his control, as though it might leap out of his chest.

At the same time,

the veins bulged on his arm as he struggled with all his might to break free of the man's grip.

But

he suddenly discovered that

no matter how much strength he used,

the young man's expression remained unchanged, and even the hand gripping him did not budge an inch.

He looked utterly relaxed!

What?

How could this be?!

Scarface's face changed in alarm.

There was only one possibility if someone could hold him so firmly that he could not move at all.

The young man before him

was also a Soul Master, and his rank was far above Scarface's!

At the thought,

Scarface's heart sank.

He had not expected someone really would like sticking his nose into other people's business.

At the same time,

his other hand, which had been reaching behind his back, stopped.

His idea of launching a sneak attack crumbled away.

Sneak-attacking a Soul Master far stronger than himself was almost impossible.

The moment he made a move,

the other man might kill him, leaving him no chance to fight back.

For now, he could only borrow someone else's power to pressure him.

Scarface's eyes darted about, and he came up with a response.

Force was certainly out of the question, so he could only use his wits!

"Senior, please let me go."

"I'm the third brother of the Wild Wolf Gang on Jingxi Street. I only stopped this woman because she hadn't paid the customary protection fee."

"My strength is too meager for me to be worthy of exchanging pointers with you. Please let me go, Senior, and I'll fetch my two powerful elder brothers to exchange pointers with you."

Scarface wore an ingratiating smile. Where was his earlier arrogance now?

He was a paper tiger through and through!

But

Li Mubai turned a deaf ear to Scarface's words.

Ignoring the scum,

he looked straight at the woman, who was looking up with pleasant surprise on her face.

"Sister Zhao, why did you come out carrying Yu'er?"

Li Mubai looked at the child in her arms and could not help asking.

He recognized the beautiful woman.

After all, she often set up her stall outside his home.

He also knew the little girl in her arms.

He had even bought her candied hawthorn and taught her to recite her lessons.

The little girl was very cute and lovable.

"Young Master Li! Yu'er came down with a high fever tonight, so I brought her out to find a doctor. I just didn't expect to run into this hooligan on the way home!"

The woman answered Li Mubai's question while glaring fiercely at Scarface.

At that moment,

she was undoubtedly overjoyed.

She had not expected

that even in such desperate straits, someone would be able to save her.

And

that someone was an acquaintance!

To the side,

as Scarface listened to the two talk with such familiarity,

a chill ran through his heart.

He had not expected

the powerful young man before him to know the beautiful woman.

For fuck's sake!

Could his luck really be this bad?

Besides,

he had just revealed the important fact that he was a member of the Wild Wolf Gang.

Yet the young man before him looked as though he did not care at all.

He had not even spared Scarface a proper glance.

That showed the man did not care about a mere Wild Wolf Gang!

Without strength, where would he get such confidence?

That alone showed that the young man before him was a hidden expert!

"The ground is cold, Sister Zhao. Get up first."

Li Mubai reached out, took the hand the beautiful woman offered him, and pulled her to her feet.

His warm, broad hand

immediately gave the beautiful woman a profound sense of security.

The fear Scarface had instilled in her immediately dissipated.