"Damn it! How dare you call the police!" The scarred man was furious, and with a quick stride, he stepped forward, shattering the phone on the ground. Then, he rushed to Zhang Wen's side, swung his iron palm, and slapped her face.
Zhang Wen had never experienced such a brutal beating; she was left dazed by the slap.
At this moment, a cold glint flashed before her eyes, and she was startled. Without understanding what was happening, her body instinctively blocked in front of Li Sixing.
"What do you want to do?..." Watching the men who were exuding murderous intent pull out knives glinting with cold light from their bulky waists, Zhang Wen unconsciously protected Li Sixing's wheelchair and took steps backward.
With each step Zhang Wen took backwards, the men stepped forward. At this moment, the scarred man suddenly felt that something was different about these two people in front of him.
He frowned deeply, staring at Li Sixing in the wheelchair for a while, and suddenly sneered.
