"Let go of me, or I'll call the police!" Zhao Yating threatened, her tone harsh yet fearful.
"Call the police? Useless, not only do I have a mutually beneficial relationship with those cops, but do you even have a chance to call them?" Yellow Hair said, his smile growing more arrogant and unchecked.
Zhao Yating's expression froze; she indeed had no opportunity to call the police at that moment.
"After I deal with them, how about we go for a drink? It's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful woman like you," he proposed.
Yellow Hair's lecherous gaze swept over Zhao Yating's body, fixating intently on her chest.
Seeing this, Zhao Yating was nearly in tears; she had never been ogled like this in her twenty-some years of life, a feeling she found difficult to bear.
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"Teacher, something has happened outside!"
Just then, Luo Tong rushed in, "Yin Donghan and the others were cornered by a gang."