Xu Su's heart sank uncontrollably. Just as she was about to speak, her hand was grabbed. Xi Zirong intertwined their fingers. "Don't be afraid of him, Susu. Don't be afraid of him."
Zhou Mochen's face twisted in an instant. "Who the hell do you think you are!"
He threw a vicious punch at Xi Zirong's face. Xi Zirong, gritting his teeth, returned the blow with a cold sneer. The two men, both nearly six-foot-three, began to brawl.
"Who the hell do I think I am?" Xi Zirong said hatefully. "Why don't you ask yourself the same damn question! You snatched her away but didn't even treat her right. What the hell does that make you?!"
Both men had been trained in fighting, but right now, all technique was forgotten. They treated each other like mortal enemies, fighting to the death, each wishing they could kill the other on the spot.
