"Don't worry, it's nothing." Lin Chuan smiled at Tang Yumeng.
Although she knew that Lin Chuan was exceptionally good at fighting, she couldn't help but worry upon seeing so many people coming at them, each holding a very sharp knife. Lin Chuan's mouth curled up into a strange smile as he said to the blond punk, "So, who sent you?"
"Kid, did you really think this woman is for you to touch?" The leader with the blonde hair flicked his cigarette and played with the steel knife in his hand.
Lin Chuan glanced at Tang Yumeng and smiled, "So, Bai Yifan sent you?"
"I don't know any Bai Yifan or Hei Yifan," the blond punk huffed dismissively and then said, "I'm telling you, you'd better disappear from this woman's side quickly, or else don't blame us bros for not being polite."
"And what if I don't disappear?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile.
