As soon as she entered the room, Sheng Tang smelled a strong, unpleasant odor, a mixture of foot odor, sweat, and the musty accumulation of dampness.
She almost suffocated.
Upon entering, Feng Yijin couldn't wait: "Hurry up, strip off her jacket!"
Two girls held her while another started to take off Sheng Tang's pants.
Sheng Tang's smile remained unchanged: "There's no need for this, right?"
Feng Yijin glared at her, sneering: "I'm giving you a chance today; you won't be getting off that easy in the future!"
"Really no need." Sheng Tang said.
When the girl approached, reaching out her hand, Sheng Tang suddenly kicked out.
She had practiced Sanda for years; even without muscle memory, she still remembered the basic techniques.
The girl stumbled and fell to the ground.
Feng Yijin was taken aback by what she saw.
She didn't understand.
