Huang Xiaojue didn't see Yan Xixi and was both alarmed and terrified. Could this brute have killed her to silence her? He grabbed Wan Donglin fiercely. "Wan Donglin, what have you done to Xixi? Hand her over now!"
Wan Donglin was usually quite strong, but with one hand injured and after struggling for so long, he was grabbed by Xiaojue and, for a moment, couldn't shake him off.
Just then, seven or eight security guards from the residential complex heard the commotion and rushed out, managing to pull Huang Xiaojue away.
"Wan Donglin, hand over Xixi!"
"Xixi is perfectly fine. She's at home preparing dinner for me. Huang Xiaojue, you'd better give up now."
"Bullshit!"
Wan Donglin completely ignored him. He didn't even bother with his car, just leaving it abandoned by the roadside as he swaggered back.
