Meng Yao turned her face away forcefully, shouting out, "Let him go! Don't hit him!"
Jesse laughed coldly, "Now you know how to let go? When you sent people to kill my family, how didn't Luo Xiao realize letting go? It's too late now!"
"Ugh—" Luo Xiao groaned, someone kicked his shoulder hard, and he couldn't withstand it, collapsing down against another person's leg.
Meng Yao's eyes widened greatly, biting back the hatred, "You beasts!"
"You kill and it's right, we kill and we're beasts?" Jesse looked at Meng Yao's fair profile, raising his hand a bit, "Stop hitting for now."
The subordinates immediately halted, several of them stepping on Luo Xiao's shoulder, another squatted down, grabbing his hair, forcing him to look up this way.
Jesse stretched out his hand, patting Meng Yao's shoulder, "Your wife, huh? Very well, in front of so many brothers today, I'll have a taste myself."
As he spoke, he reached below her neck, Meng Yao screamed, "Take your hands off!"
