An extraordinarily arrogant voice reached Lin Xiao's ears. He instinctively looked toward the sound.
In a booth on the bar's first floor sat five or six young men. The one speaking was dressed in fine clothes, his eyes greedily sweeping over Su Qingning's body. The others all wore similarly lecherous expressions.
Su Qingning's face showed a hint of anger, but beneath it was a much deeper fear. Lin Xiao understood her reaction perfectly. After all, the men had already announced their backing: they were from the Asura Hall.
The Asura Hall was one of the four great sects of Jiuzhou. Both their power and their standing in the martial world were incredibly high. It was only natural for Su Qingning to be afraid.
But Lin Xiao was already seething with rage.
Dammit, do they think I don't exist? How dare they humiliate my wife like this. I'm lucky I saw this. Otherwise, God knows how much she would have had to endure.
Lin Xiao strode quickly toward them.
