In the old district, in a narrow alley between several seven-story buildings.
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the man in the midst of beating someone nearly laughed. Apologize? He stopped, a sneer on his gloomy face. "Apologize? Who the fuck are you?"
He grabbed his wife's hair and violently flung her aside. The woman screamed as her head struck a trash can, and she collapsed unconscious.
He raised a hand and pointed at Jiang Ning in warning. "Don't fucking get in my way. I'm beating my wife—what the fuck does it have to do with you?"
The man's face was full of viciousness, like an enraged beast. He was powerfully built, with defined muscles in his arms. He was clearly very strong.
Xue Chuchu had a bad feeling. Facing a madman like this, provoking him could lead to unimaginable consequences.
This was not the first or second time it had happened. He had beaten his wife countless times before, dragging her from inside the house to outside to beat her, even sending her to the hospital.
Previously, some nearby residents had been unable to stand it and stepped in to break it up, only to get punched and kicked themselves.
After that, no one bothered to meddle again.
Driven by the instinct to avoid danger, Xue Chuchu grabbed Jiang Ning, wanting him not to step forward. They could move farther away and call the police.
The surrounding neighbors also turned their gazes toward them.
Seeing Jiang Ning remain silent, the man's bearing grew even more aggressive. He kept pointing as he cursed.
"If you keep sticking your nose in, I'll beat you too—"
Before he could finish the last word, Xue Chuchu suddenly felt her grip loosen. In her sight, Jiang Ning instantly moved forward.
Before she could see what