Sensing Long Yuyin’s frightening murderous aura, Hu Yong couldn’t help swallowing a large mouthful of saliva. A few moments ago, he was blinded by anger; that’s why he dared to say such things. But now, he felt a trace of fear.
“You trash, how could you possibly be my match? You think that you’re something with your family supporting you. Is a weakling like you suited to be my fiancé?” Long Yuyin walked towards Hu Yong. Her right, slender leg suddenly lashed out, landing on his crotch.
Hu Yong’s mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape, but he couldn’t issue any sound. His face slowly turned ashen white. Both his hands trembled as he held onto his crotch. Both his legs trembled as he fell to the ground and assumed fetal position.
Cold sweat formed on him. Long Yuyin’s leg had landed nicely on his crucial point, just like last time.
The pitiful Hu Yong had been crippled by Long Yuyin before. And it looked like he hadn’t learned his lesson.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“Young Master!”
Several followers cried out in concern as they appeared from the bushes nearby.
Long Yuyin took one more look at Hu Yong, who was surrounded by his underlings. Then she snorted and flew off.