Mother Cheng and the two daughters-in-law of Zhao Wu gave it their all. They grabbed, scratched, pinched, and bit, aiming for wherever it would hurt the most. Though the three women weren't physically strong, every move hit its mark.
Before long, Meng Nanzhou’s sleek, neatly combed hair was a tangled bird's nest. His face and neck were covered in bloody nail marks, and he had even been bitten on the arm by someone who clearly wanted to tear off a piece of his flesh.
"Are you all dead? Get them off me!" Meng Nanzhou roared at the men he had hired, his composure utterly shattered.
Chapter 57