As he pressed toward me step by step, I backed away and shouted, "You... don't come any closer, or...or I'll call for help."
"Heh heh heh, go ahead and yell. In the dead of night, I don't believe anyone would come to your aid," Liu Sanguang laughed lewdly.
Just then, Dazhuang, who had been hiding behind, suddenly sprang out. Who knows where he found a sack, but he threw it straight over Liu Sanguang's head.
After they had Liu Sanguang under control, Dazhuang pummeled him with a flurry of punches and kicks, making Liu Sanguang howl in pain.
"Ah... stop beating me, stop beating me, I know I was wrong!"
For some reason, listening to Liu Sanguang's screams of agony didn't scare me; instead, I felt a kind of exhilarating satisfaction.
Seeing a bully who had always tormented me getting pinned down and thrashed was genuinely a delight.
But seeing Dazhuang showing no sign of stopping, I began to worry.
I was afraid he might beat Liu Sanguang to death, which would complicate things.