Zhu Peng sat in front of the table, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his sturdy chest. His eyes were fixed on the swaying waist of the girl and the elusive key parts, with the wine glass held in mid-air, hesitating to bring it to his lips.
Just as the girl swayed near the door, a ghostly shadow flickered, and the girl fainted to the ground.
A robust man with a full beard was already standing there.
Zhu Peng was startled, grabbed the long knife beside him, and jumped up, without saying a word, he swung it at the man, shouting in mid-air like thunder, "Where did this thief come from?!"
Duan Rong gently flicked with bare hands, and Zhu Peng's long knife seemed to suffer a great force, flipping backward, almost slipping from his hand.
Zhu Peng retreated two steps to stabilize his form, looking at the newcomer in shock, clearly realizing this person's realm far exceeded his own.
Duan Rong glanced at Zhu Peng and said, "Don't be so alarmed."
