Luo Muchen's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood face to face with the man who had tried to take him and hurt Qie Xieling. He could feel the anger building inside him, a rage that threatened to consume him. Not only that but the bastard had a filthy mouth having the audacity to hit on his mother. He deserved more than just a brick to his head.
Luo Muchen ignored the cries of the men begging for mercy his gaze fixed on the leader. He was spitting out a mouthful of blood and saliva when he met Luo Muchen's gaze.
