Han Yue clutched her face, staring in shock at Zhang Jue, who had struck her.
"You... you actually dared to hit me?"
Zhang Jue wanted to kill her. She could court death if she wished, but she shouldn't drag him down with her. If he hit her, at least she'd live. But if she offended Qin Jinhai, not only would she lose her life, but the Han Family would also suffer. To think, she still hadn't understood what he meant.
Zhang Jue clasped his fists in a salute to Qin Jinhai and Fu Bing, then turned and left, clearly distancing himself from Han Yue.
Qin Jinhai glanced at Han Yue and said, "Her mouth is too filthy. Clean it."
An inconspicuous man emerged from the crowd. He kicked Han Yue squarely in the hollow of her knee. Han Yue's legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees. Before she could regain her balance, a flurry of slaps rained down on her face.
