"Am I really going to be violated here?" Sun Sisi thought in utter despair.
Suddenly!
A faint breeze swept past. With a soft pfft, a great spray of blood mist splattered across the walls. The heads of the twenty-odd people who had been standing at the entrance of the restaurant all fell to the ground, followed by their bodies slowly collapsing onto the floor.
A figure clad in a black cloak appeared before the restaurant, a demonic sword in one hand, emanating a cold and powerful aura. "You deserve to die!"
With a wave of Zhao Fu's hand, an invisible force sent the young man pinning Sun Sisi down flying.
Zhao Fu then strode slowly into the room. Seeing Sun Sisi half-clothed and covered in tears, he walked over, took out a garment, and handed it to her. "Are you all right?"
Sun Sisi recognized at once that the person before her was the restaurant owner she had not seen for a long time. He had saved her. The despair and terror in her heart finally lifted like a burden cast off. She accepted the clothes and covered her exposed skin, saying gratefully, "Thank you!"
Then Sun Sisi said apologetically, "I'm sorry! Boss, I've brought such huge trouble upon the restaurant."
"This isn't your fault!"
Zhao Fu's voice was somewhat cold. His eyes carried a trace of killing intent as he turned to look at the young man on the ground who was trying to crawl back up. Anyone who dared humiliate someone from Great Qin like this had to die!
The young man, who had been somewhat drunk, sobered up considerably after that blow. He looked at Zhao Fu, then at the twenty-odd headless corpses lying outside the restaurant, and cried out fearfully, "I'm the Wang Family's eldest young