They had only intended to teach them a lesson, but these people fought far too viciously.
When they saw Xu Duoduo approach, they still dared to make obscene remarks, even raking their disgusting gazes up and down her body. But their smug grins barely lasted before Qin Luo arrived and knocked them down with a single Thunderstorm. They lay twitching on the ground. If Qin Luo hadn't held back a little, they would all have died.
One of their companions tried to run with a huge bag of gray crystals on his back. Chen Xiaofei chased him down and turned him into a pincushion with a flurry of throwing knives, avoiding his vital spots. It hurt like hell, but it wouldn't kill him. Blood poured from his wounds.
"Who's trash now? Pah! You're the foreign trash!" Chen Xiaofei yanked off his backpack, tied him up with a rope, then dragged him back and tossed him onto his companions.
"Well, well, a stack of foreign bastards. Having fun? Enjoying yourselves?"
Big Dog really did have a gift for sarcasm.
Xu Duoduo felt like laughing.
Qin Luo kicked them a few times and demanded answers. "Talk. What are you doing here? Pretty damn cocky, aren't you? You look down on Asians?"
He told them Asians were their fucking granddaddies. Did they understand?
Big Dog sounded surprisingly sexy speaking English, too.
Xu Duoduo drifted off for a moment, several images surfacing in her mind. She saw Qin Luo back in middle school, all swagger and attitude, refusing extra English lessons.
She had dragged him over to memorize vocabulary, then led him through the words one by one. He had obediently repeated them after her.
Even then, she had thought that while he wasn't much of a student, his voice was lovely.
Xu Duoduo