At that moment, He Hong no longer dared to be arrogant.
Swallowing his saliva, he said timidly, "Hit... hit her..."
Chen Fang released his foot.
Pointing with his finger at Zhong Xiqian, who was frightened, he said, "Apologize to her."
Struggling to stand up from the ground, the wounds tearing painfully made He Hong grimace in agony.
Staggering to stand in front of Zhong Xiqian, he was just about to speak.
Chen Fang said, "Kneel down!"
He turned to glance at the cleaver Chen Fang was holding.
With a thump, he knelt on the ground and said, "Qianqian, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you, please forgive me!"
Although the words sounded sincere,
his expression was fierce.
With a clang,
Chen Fang threw the cleaver away.
He said, "Call the police, let's leave."
At his command, Guo Peihan's men opened the door and began to withdraw in pairs and threes.