Wang Xiaohu was indeed tsk-tsking appreciatively, thoroughly enjoying himself as if he relished this sort of thing.

But Luo Yanling was suffering greatly before, feeling unbearably itchy and deeply ashamed, able only to cry out sharply nonstop.

"Wang Xiaohu you pervert, you're so disgusting!" she exclaimed.

"How could I be so unlucky, to come across a disgusting freak like you, oh my god…"

"Are you ever going to stop? Wuuu…"

"Ah! Ah~~~ah…"

"…"

In less than five minutes, Luo Yanling was trembling all over, as if she could barely stand, crying even more fiercely.

But at that moment, Wang Xiaohu slapped her on the butt and stood up, "You whore, why are you wailing? The more you cry out, the more excited I get! Stick it out nicely for me, I'm coming to see you!"

Luo Yanling lay sprawled on the hood, finally granted what seemed like a great reprieve, and stuck it out high again.

Liu Zhizhong was also watching with keen interest. If he weren't controlling the situation, he'd really want to rush over right now and barge in, so that a Dragon Whale, far more powerful than Wang Xiaohu's clownfish, could give Luo Yanling a taste of his strength and novelty.

Deep down, Luo Yanling was sadly relieved, thinking salvation was near.

Because Wang Xiaohu was no good; he surrendered every time in just two or three minutes.

Soon, Wang Xiaohu had his left arm wrapped around Luo Yanling's shoulders and his right hand guiding the clownfish, approaching her snowy rear, ready to 'walk' forward.

Luo Yanling closed her eyes, tears streaming down, resigned to endure the final humiliation!

Wang Xiaohu sneered, "Why are you crying, whore? Isn't this supposed to be fun? You're the whore who forced me to do this; don't blame me!"

But just then, Liu Zhizhong sprang into action.

He charged forward, coming up behind Wang Xiaohu, and said gravely, "Early in the morning, you're going against a woman's will, engaging in such filthy acts, do you think she can be happy?"

"Ah~~~"

"Dammit…"

Luo Yanling suddenly cried out in shock as if she had found a great savior, and turned to dart away.

Just then, Wang Xiaohu also cursed loudly, turning his head to look in the direction of the noise.

The bastard was simultaneously pulling up his trousers and fixing his gaze on the newcomer, furious, he bellowed, "Who the fuck are you? Do you know who I am, that you dare interrupt my good time?"

Meanwhile, Luo Yanling had grabbed her underwear and was pulling on her skirt while running towards Liu Zhizhong, "Help me, thank you…"

Despite looking at a man with some grass juice and mud on his face, he was tall and well-built, exuding a sense of masculine strength, a feeling of safety! But compared to Wang Xiaohu, he was still a size smaller—Wang Xiaohu was just too brawny!

Indeed, Liu Zhizhong had disguised himself with grass juice and mud on purpose, not wanting to be recognized by Luo Yanling and Wang Xiaohu.

This move was, of course, deliberate.

As an ambitious man of the officialdom, Liu Zhizhong usually acted with caution, so whatever he did, there was a reason, and it was always logically coherent.

Wang Xiaohu immediately lunged to grab Luo Yanling, barking, "You whore, stay here, don't run or you'll face the consequences!"

As he finished speaking, he roughly tossed her aside, and Luo Yanling truly couldn't withstand the throw, screaming as she fell onto the soft grass.

She felt wronged, but she really didn't dare to leave.

Only then did Wang Xiaohu confront Liu Zhizhong, who was less than five meters away, coldly stating, "Kid, you'd better kneel down and give me nine kowtows, then crawl between my legs, and I'll let you go."

Liu Zhizhong responded with a bright smile, though his face was a comedic mess, "I'll borrow your phrase. You kneel down and give this lady nine kowtows, swear you'll never harass her again, then crawl between my legs, and I'll let you go."

At these words, Luo Yanling smiled slightly relieved, but soon said, "No way, handsome, he has some damning videos on his phone, I need to destroy his phone!"

Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Of course, people can leave, but the phone must stay."

Wang Xiaohu sized up Liu Zhizhong, a cold smile on his face, "You've got quite the nerve! You don't know who I am in the West District, and you dare to challenge me like this? You're just asking for death!"

With that, he clenched a rather large fist, glaring at Liu Zhizhong, "Come here and kowtow, you little trash picker, or else my years of Sanshou training weren't for nothing. My 'Iron Fist' will make you cry for your parents. You'll suffer a hard beating!"

Liu Zhizhong shook his head, also clenching his fists, "It seems your confidence is going to be your downfall. You have an 'Iron Fist,' but who says I don't?"

"Motherfucker!!" Wang Xiaohu was furious, pointing at Liu Zhizhong and cursing, "You bastard won't shed a tear until you see your coffin, right? Fine, I'll satisfy you today! I'll beat you so bad even your mother won't recognize you!"

As he spoke, he charged toward Liu Zhizhong like a human-shaped mountain, exuding a powerful oppressive force.

The scene made Luo Yanling scream, covering her eyes, too afraid to watch.

Ah, just when a righteous hero had appeared, but compared to Wang Xiaohu, he was just a size too thin, he looked like he couldn't take a punch at all, right?