Her movements were certainly agile, but the Flying Thunder God Kunai was far faster than she had imagined. In the blink of an eye, Xuan Zhe caught up to her.
Xuan Zhe reached out with his left hand, grabbed her ankle, and yanked hard, pulling her straight into his arms.
The woman in red panicked, pounding desperately on Xuan Zhe's chest with both hands, trying to push him away.
"Hahaha!" Xuan Zhe held her and laughed, his voice full of mockery. "A woman in red? Who do you think you are? Why wouldn't I dare lay a hand on you?"
The woman in red struggled even harder, but Xuan Zhe did not budge. Her meager strength could not move him in the slightest.
Xuan Zhe tightened his right hand around her slender neck, a contemptuous smile rising at the corners of his mouth. "You think you're a match for me? I'm only using half my strength right now. If I went all out, you'd already be a pile of shredded flesh."
The woman in red's face turned crimson, her eyes filled with terror.
The young man's strength was frightening. The hand clamped around her neck was like an iron vise, and she could not break free at all. Her head buzzed as though it were about to explode.
"Let go!" The woman in the red dress desperately pounded his shoulders.
Xuan Zhe curled his lips in disdain. "Let go? Trash like you deserves that? Neither your face nor your figure is worth showing off. Why should I let you go? Stay put. I don't want to hurt you, but if you upset me, you'd better weigh the consequences yourself."
"You **! Let me go! Let go!" The woman punched and kicked like mad, but Xuan Zhe did not budge.
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