Feeling a sharp pain at her neck, Qiao Jing instinctively raised her hand to touch it and then glanced at her hand, noticing fresh red blood.
She knew the injury wasn't severe, so even upon seeing the blood on her hand, her expression remained calm, without a hint of panic.
In contrast, Wu Xirui's reaction was much more intense.
Seeing Qiao Jing injured, he instantly panicked, overwhelmed by anger mixed with a sudden surge of distress.
In extreme anger, a person often unleashes unexpected strength.
That was the case with Wu Xirui.
Fueled by the intertwining emotions of anger and distress, he suddenly mustered strength that he didn't have earlier, struggling even to dodge.
He rushed over, grabbed Li Zeming's collar, and his tightly clenched fist slammed into Li Zeming's face again and again.
Facing the furious Wu Xirui, Li Zeming didn't stand a chance, let alone fight back.
"Damn you, how dare you hurt her!"
