USWHC -Chapter 85 Leaving Just Like This? (Part 5)

“Move! You damn woman!” Hu Sanliu grabbed her arm and yanked, but she didn’t budge. Instantly irritated, he roared, his movements growing rougher, pulling like he was trying to control a stubborn mule.

Zhu Jie saw the arrogance on his face. His grip had real strength, her arm burned as if it were being crushed, almost like it would snap.

As he tugged, Zhu Jie stumbled a step, then another, dragged along by him. Her anger flared. “Let go of me! If you don’t, I won’t be polite anymore!” Finally, she shouted, unable to hold back.

Her threat seemed to have no effect on Hu Sanliu; instead, he let out an even more lecherous laugh. “Not polite, huh? Come on then, let’s see how impolite you can be! Serve me properly! No rush, we’ve got all the time in the world!”

Zhu Jie was so annoyed by his slick, perverted talk that she laughed despite herself. “Yes, I do want to serve you—but I’m afraid you can’t handle it!” she teased, her tone playful.

Her laughter was like spring in bloom. Hu Sanliu was dumbstruck. This woman was breathtaking! Drool almost escaped his mouth. Her voice, light and clear like silver bells, and now she wanted to serve him?

Excited, Hu Sanliu pulled harder on her hand. “I can handle it! I can handle it!”

Zhu Jie suddenly let out a cold laugh. Her smile froze—bright and elegant—but in the next instant, with a swift motion, she flipped Hu Sanliu onto the ground.

Yes, this weak-looking woman easily overpowered a burly man like him. Everyone gasped, stepping back in shock.

Even Hu Sanliu was stunned. A searing pain shot through his arm and radiated across his body. He had been forcibly pinned to the ground—by this woman.

“I’ll show you what it means to handle it!” Zhu Jie gritted her teeth, stomping mercilessly. She didn’t use any martial arts moves—just one brutal kick after another, hammering down on his back.

Hu Sanliu was momentarily stunned, but the intense pain snapped him awake. He tried to get up, only to find the weight on him as if it were a thousand pounds.

“Don’t think I’m a pushover, you filthy pervert! How dare you mess with me!” Zhu Jie’s voice thundered across the street. Not satisfied with just kicking, she launched a final blow that sent Hu Sanliu flying half a meter away.

Hu Sanliu, like a bouncing ball, finally landed, gasping. Just as he tried to struggle up, something dark swooped down from above.

“Ah!” He groaned, blood gushing. His entire world was covered by a massive shadow—none other than the elegant, fearless, beautiful Zhu Jie herself.

She straddled him, laughing softly, then without waiting, swung both fists, slapping him like a human pinball.

“You dared to act lewd! You shameless scoundrel!” Her slaps rained down like raindrops. Soon, Hu Sanliu’s face was a colorful mess of bruises, unrecognizable even to his own mother.

Everyone watching gaped. A flower-like girl had gone berserk—it was more terrifying than any monster transformation. The onlookers instinctively stepped back, forming a wide circle, giving Zhu Jie free rein to vent her fury.

No doubt, getting your fill and then smacking a jerk is one of life’s greatest pleasures! Zhu Jie lost track of how long she had been at it, but all the frustration from the past days evaporated in an instant. Everything that needed releasing had been released. Looking at Hu Sanliu’s bruised, battered face, she even felt a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction.