C121 The Vice President of the Face-slapping Bank

Shen Zhicheng kicked the door of the room open. Inside, two men were holding Dai Ting. Duan Wei was pressing on Dai Ting's body and tearing her shirt.

As Dai Ting struggled, the armor line on her abdomen was also exposed.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Zhicheng shouted loudly. A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes. He did not expect this group of people to be so shameless