"Ah—"
Another scream echoed; the man was beaten black and blue, not able to match Lu Yuanfeng.
All he could do was lie on the ground while Lu Yuanfeng trampled on him!
Seeing this, coupled with Mu Shuangshuang's encouragement, Ah Ru gradually grew fearless.
Mu Shuangshuang squatted down, picked up a small wooden stick from the ground, and poked the man's face.
"The clothes your wife bought at the cloth shop are of poor quality?"
The man kept shaking his head in pain: "No, no! I... Miss, spare me! I was just... I was just..."
"Just what? Speak clearly, or I'll throw you into the mountains to feed the wild dogs!"
Mu Shuangshuang glared at the man fiercely and shouted.
The man, frightened, closed his eyes as Lu Yuanfeng's foot still pressed on his hands, then shouted loudly: "I'm the shopkeeper of Chunxiang Cloth Shop on the street ahead, selling clothes and fabrics for many years.
Business was always good, but starting last year, my shop's business began to decline.
