Ma Jinbao, who always obeyed Li Zhaodi's words, raised his hand and violently slapped toward Yue Xiaofang's face.
Yue Xiaofang had long been frightened by the beatings, and her earlier courage had only arisen from the need to protect her mother.
Seeing the palm strike coming, she instinctively closed her eyes and raised her hands to protect her head.
Just at that moment, Ma Jinbao's wrist was firmly grasped.
The person's strength was immense, like a pair of iron pliers, causing Ma Jinbao to cry out in pain involuntarily.
He feared his wrist would be crushed.
Yue Jiandong looked down at him from above, his gaze sharp as a knife, causing Ma Jinbao, who tended to bully the weak and fear the strong, to instantly go weak in the knees.
"Coward, only good at hitting women," Yue Jiandong said as he violently flung away his hand, causing Ma Jinbao to fall to the ground with a thud.