Bao Xiaoqin froze, released her bite, and looked down.
There was only a bright red lip print on Wang Xian's neck, like a circle drawn with cinnabar ink. Where was the blood? There was not even a tooth mark.
Bao Xiaoqin cursed furiously, "You really are a monster!"
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she froze herself.
She suddenly remembered... this guy seemed to be some monster immune to blades and weapons. How could she possibly hurt him?
That bite just now—let alone drawing blood—probably had not even scraped a layer of his skin.
Before Wang Xian could say anything...
Four men suddenly rushed out of the alley.
They appeared so quickly, as though they had been lying in wait all along.
They charged out through a hidden door deep in the alley without making a sound. Only a thick stench of alcohol reached Wang Xian's nose before they did.
In the blink of an eye, the four men worked in perfect coordination to restrain Bao Xiaoqin. One grabbed her hands, one lifted her legs, and one supported her waist, hoisting her entire body up as if carrying a sedan chair.
Bao Xiaoqin let out a startled cry.
There was surprise and fury in that cry, but more than anything, disbelief...
Who was Bao Xiaoqin? Everyone in Sunset City knew she was a tigress. Who had the gall to come and provoke her?
Wang Xian was stunned as well.
Holy shit.
He had not expected there to be people in this world who were not afraid of death.
In the instant he blanked out, the four men swept away like a whirlwind, carrying Bao Xiaoqin through a half-open gate.
That gate had probably not been opened in a long time. Its hinges let out a piercing screech