Ye Luo threw a punch, striking his opponent's chest. With only ten percent of his Strength, the man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his pupils turned white, and he fainted from the heavy blow.
Ye Luo grabbed the man's body and tossed him outside, then shut the door of the rest room. His eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at Qin Yuru, who was lying on the small bed.
By now, Qin Yuru had sat up. Compared to Ye Luo, she was even more astonished.
"What are you looking at?"
While Ye Luo was staring at Qin Yuru, she was also staring back at him. Noticing his unrestrained gaze scanning her, Qin Yuru couldn't help but speak up while hurriedly pulling at her clothes and tugging at her skirt.
"Beauty, I seem to have saved you. Don't you think you should repay me somehow?" Ye Luo said.
"What do you want to do?"
Seeing Ye Luo's slightly aggressive gaze, Qin Yuru felt somewhat panicked, but not as desperate and afraid as she had been with the foreign man just before.