"I'm late, I let you suffer injustice." Zhang Xiaohao said.
Walking to Zhao Ling'er and Zhou Yating, he struck with a knife hand, snapping the ropes binding them.
"Wuwu! Darling, this brute actually whipped me! He even wanted to do that to me and Yating! You must uphold justice for us!" Zhao Ling'er dashed into Zhang Xiaohao's arms, complaining.
"Yes, Zhang Xiaohao! If you had come a bit later, who knows, Ling'er and I might have already been... by him! He also mentioned having plans for Sister Tianxue, but he failed." Zhou Yating said.
"It's alright! I'm here now, and for every wrong he has done, I will make him repay it tenfold, a hundredfold!" Zhang Xiaohao comforted the two women in his embrace.
"Hmm." The two women nodded, finding a trace of security at last.
"Let me check your injuries." Zhang Xiaohao said.
Looking at Zhao Ling'er's injuries, a very noticeable whip mark was on her right shoulder, staining her white shirt red.
"Does it hurt?" Zhang Xiaohao asked softly.
