Seeing that An Ran remained motionless, the driver beca even more brazen.
The salty pig’s hand slid across An Ran’s neck, and it looked like it was about to slip into the girl’s collar...
Suddenly, soone grabbed his shoulder and forcefully yanked him backward.
"Ah—" the driver scread, falling back onto the ground.
He cursed and looked up.
A clean-cut and handso man was looking down at him, the area above his nose shrouded in dark clouds, exuding a sense of imnse oppression at a glance.
Chi Cheng glanced back at the unconscious An Ran, her clothes slightly disheveled, her collar sowhat pulled open.
His thin lips pressed into a cold line, and he casually slamd the car door shut.
The driver swallowed, "Who, who are you? I warn you, mind your own business!"
Chi Cheng gave the driver a faint glance, then stepped forward, "Her business is precisely what I intend to handle."
"You, you stay back..." The driver panicked.
He never would have expected that here, in the middle of nowhere, there would actually be soone?
And this man, how terrifying!
Clearly, he had a scholarly temperant deep in his bones, his external appearance so gentlemanly and refined.
But why was there such a nacing air beneath the surface?
The collision of these conflicting elents instilled an indescribable sense of fear.
The driver struggled to turn and get up to escape.
But who knew soone would step on his shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground again.
Looking down on him like an ant, Chi Cheng bent over, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Who gave you the courage to lay hands on my woman?"
"Wha-what..." The driver was beyond shocked, glancing at the girl in the back of the taxi.
"Still daring to look?" Chi Cheng chuckled, lightly patting the man’s chubby face, "Tell , how do you want to die?"
It was clearly a smiling deanor, but his whole body was cloaked in a dark aura.
Cold sweat broke out on the driver’s forehead as he admitted defeat, "I—I didn’t know she already had a boyfriend... I was wrong, I really was wrong, I’ll never dare again..."
"How unfortunate—" Chi Cheng sighed softly, the smile at his lips undiminished, yet his eyes seed coated with a thick layer of frost, "I don’t intend to accept your apology, you need to pay for touching my woman."
With that, he stood upright.
Was he about to get beaten up?
Chi Cheng raised his arm.
The driver scread and hugged his head, "Ah—"
In the next mont, the punch didn’t land; Chi Cheng rely snapped his fingers stylishly.
Not far behind the taxi, a black Maybach was parked.
A few bodyguard-like subordinates stood guard there, creating a scene straight out of a movie.
Seeing this, they moved in unison, "Young Master..."
With his hands in his pockets, Chi Cheng looked sowhat relaxed, giving orders nonchalantly, "Pick one of his fingers."
After finishing this sentence, he turned around, his voice abruptly cold, "Break it for ."
What?!!
The driver lifted his eyes in shock, crying and begging for rcy, "No, Young Master, I was really wrong, I shouldn’t have offended the young lady, I really know I was wrong..."
Chi Cheng had already turned, accepting the suit jacket handed by a bodyguard, and directly wrapped the unconscious young lady in it.
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