"Young Mistress of the Liu Family, run! Keep running! Even if you ran to the ends of the earth, you still couldn't escape Laozi's palm. Heh heh, you're a great beauty Laozi has dreamed of day and night.
"As long as you serve Laozi obediently, whatever life you had in the Liu Family before, you'll have the same from now on!"
The maliciousness and slowly encroaching air in the bald strong man's eyes were wholly undisguised. Still, he promised that if the woman served him willingly, her life would not be in danger, and she could continue to enjoy glory and wealth.
The Liu Family Coachman's face was filled with fury, his teeth grinding with creaks. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, turning scarlet and looking exceedingly terrifying. If he had been strong enough, he would never have tolerated this scoundrel's rampant insolence; he would have long since slapped him to death.
As for the pregnant woman, she had indeed initially felt discomfort and fear at the bald strong man's disgusting gaze. Stroking her belly, she even thought that if she could preserve her child, then even if she truly suffered humiliation, it would be nothing. Once the child was safe and sound, she could simply die to cleanse herself of the filth.
But then her gaze fell upon Meng Zhao, who had remained calm throughout, and her heart eased. She felt she had truly lost her head. With this Young Hero, whose martial arts were incomparably formidable, helping them, what waves could these bandits possibly stir up?
Following the woman's gaze, the leader of these bandits—the Bald Strong Man—also looked toward Meng Zhao. Only then was he startled.
He had chased after the Liu Family master and servants all the way here. Driven by lust, his eyes had contained