As soon as Kunanbayev finished speaking, the young men in his transit station eagerly surrounded them, armed with wooden sticks and other weapons.
Against such thugs, the three present naturally had no fear; they were nothing more than a bunch of worthless riffraff.
"Hehe, are you scared?"
Kunanbayev wore an expression full of self-satisfaction, openly eying Situ Yan's stunning figure, smacking his lips in covetous desire: "Chinese beauty, you know? The last time I played with a Chinese woman was twelve years ago. That woman was forced by me too. At first, she was reluctant in every way, but later, she enjoyed herself like a whore under me, hahaha!"
Just as he was speaking gleefully, Situ Yan suddenly made her move!
She picked up a beer bottle and smashed it onto Kunanbayev's head, breaking his head and causing blood to flow on the spot!
