The villain is too crazy, the little ancestor is not going to do it anymore

The woman hurried out from under the dazzling neon lights of the nightclub, walked to the roadside in panic, and anxiously stretched out her hand to try to stop a passing taxi.

Unfortunately, at this hour, taxis were passing by like a stream, all carrying passengers.

"Sister, where are you in such a hurry to go?"

He Shao had a cigarette between his lips and a cunning look in his eyes. Like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey, he slowly approached the woman.

The woman completely ignored his advances and looked through the endless stream of cars, eager to cross the road in an attempt to escape the man's entanglement.

"Sister, it's dangerous!"

He Shao pretended to be concerned, took a step forward with his abdomen in, grabbed the woman's arm and pulled hard.

The woman was caught off guard and was instantly pulled into his arms, her body involuntarily pressed close to him.

After a brief moment of shock, she struggled with all her might, her face flushed, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Sister, you smell so good!" He Shao deliberately took a deep breath and showed an extremely obscene smile on his face.

The woman turned her head away in disgust, avoiding the greasy face that was approaching. She was struggling internally whether to punch him and beat his face into a pig's head. Her face was full of a mixture of panic and anger.

She stammered and threatened: "Do you know who I am? I, I advise you to let me go, otherwise, otherwise..."

The words were not finished, but the implication was obvious enough, and the air was filled with tension and confrontation.

"What else?" He Shao smiled contemptuously, with a playful arc on the corner of his mouth, and slowly blew a smoke ring towards her face, "Sister, I don't know how to call you yet, but I'm afraid you don't know who I am either."

With an unquestionable strong attitude, He Shao tightly embraced the woman and half-dragged and half-pulled her to the side of the road.

He cleared his throat and said in a gentlemanly manner: "Let me introduce myself first. My name is He Can, and I'm 20 years old. Sister, please introduce yourself as well. This way, we can know each other and become acquaintances in the future."

The woman was still struggling hard, trying to break free from his grip, but her strength was nothing in He Can's eyes. She thought she had used all her strength, but in fact she was weak and posed no threat at all to the man.

"You shameless bastard, let me go! I told you to let me go, did you hear me?"

The woman's voice was already filled with tears, her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes. It was unclear whether it was due to fear or anxiety.

In short, she looked like she would break down and cry at any moment.

"Horse's!"

He Can couldn't help but swear, flicked the cigarette butt in his hand aside, and roughly pinched the woman's chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him.

"Sister, has anyone warned you that your pitiful appearance is simply tempting people to commit crimes?"

There was a hint of teasing in his words, and his sausage-like mouth could not wait to get closer to the woman's face.

"Snapped!"

Just as his lips were about to touch the woman's soft lips, a palm suddenly slapped He Can's face, making a crisp and loud slapping sound.

He Can was stunned by the sudden slap and stood there in a daze.

The men and women around who were originally watching the excitement were also stunned by this scene, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Damn it! You woman, you're dead!"

Before He Can recovered from his shock, a man in the crowd was even more excited than him. He rushed forward angrily, as if the slap had been a hard slap on his face, wanting to teach the woman a lesson on He Can's behalf.

However, before he could get close, He Can raised his hand to stop him.

He Can rubbed his sore cheek, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him who was wide-eyed with anger. He slowly said: "Sister, you really can't judge a person by his appearance. You look so weak, but you are so strong. This slap really hurts my brother."

He really didn't expect that this woman who couldn't even break free from his restraints would almost pull out his teeth with a slap.

It seems that this rabbit is really forced into a corner.

After all, rabbits will bite when they are anxious.

She was the second woman to slap him since he was a child.

The first thing that comes to mind is...

He Can's eyes narrowed slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Sister, you are the second woman who dared to slap me. Do you know what happened to the first woman who slapped me?"

When the woman heard this, her eyes narrowed suddenly.

She didn't say anything, but just looked at He Can quietly with her eyes full of complex emotions.

The next moment she seemed to have thought of something, and a look of horror immediately appeared on her face.

Upon seeing this, He Can immediately showed a winner's smile, which was filled with pride and ridicule. "She... was..."

The woman's hands, hidden by her coat, were clenched into fists in the dark, her fingertips turning white from the force.

She suppressed the rage that was roaring wildly in her heart, and told herself over and over again: Be patient a little longer, when the time is right, she will make this worse than a beast pay the price he deserves!

"Sister, are you scared?"

After telling the story of the tragic end of the first woman who slapped him, He Can raised his eyebrows and looked triumphantly at the trembling woman. The smile on his face became brighter, as if he was admiring the fact that the trap he had carefully set up had finally worked.

"Sister, I thought you were different from her. I didn't expect you would be afraid too!" He Can's words were full of teasing and contempt. "But, sister, I really like the way you tremble like this."

He leaned close to the woman's ear and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Come on, sister, have a drink with your brother and make him happy. Maybe he will be merciful and let you go!"

Amid the woman's constant struggle and resistance, He Can forcibly took her into the nightclub.

These young men obviously frequented this place frequently. As soon as they entered the door, the manager came up to them with a smile on his face that was full of flattery and fawning. He personally welcomed them into their exclusive private room.

The lighting in the private room is dim, creating an ambiguous and depressing atmosphere.

The woman was thrown roughly onto the soft sofa by He Can, and her body bounced slightly due to inertia.

However, He Can did not rush to do anything to her. Instead, he sat down leisurely on another sofa and played games with several other people, as if he had completely ignored the woman.

The woman took the opportunity to try to leave this suffocating place, but as soon as she reached the door, she was blocked by two tall bodyguards.

"Sister, where are you going?"

He Can's voice came from behind, with undisguised sarcasm and mockery, as if he was watching a good show.

"Let me go!" The woman stood at the door, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness. She glared at He Can, with a hint of desperate struggle in her voice, "Otherwise I'll call for help!"

He Can sneered when he heard that, and the other men and women also laughed. The laughter echoed in the private room and lasted for dozens of seconds before gradually stopping. The air was filled with a strong sense of irony.

"Go ahead and scream," He Can said with a smile, "and see if anyone will come to rescue you."

Suddenly, his expression turned cold, "In this place, even if you scream your throat out, no one will pay attention to you. If you don't believe me, you can try it."