Being slapped in front of so many people, Fang Qin's heart was about to burst with anger.
He steadied himself, his gaze fixed intently on He Jing's face, "You, come here!"
Fang Qin felt a stifled breath in his chest; it wouldn't go up or down, just stubbornly stuck in his throat.
His face tensed, he took a few steps forward, and before his fingers touched He Jing's clothes, a punch came hurtling at him from an angle.
With a "thud," Fang Qin was taken completely by surprise and knocked to the ground.
Then, four or five thugs surrounded him, raining punches down on him like raindrops. Fang Qin tried several times to struggle to his feet, to no avail, overwhelmed by the numbers, repeatedly forced down, and severely beaten.
"Brother Sheng" glanced at the woman in his arms, "Aren't you going to plead for him?"
He Jing smiled faintly: "Like I said, he's a nobody to me, why should I plead for him?"