Though the girl seemed spunky earlier, she seemed a little frightened from the change in circumstances.
"D-don't even think about it… This is Shangde. We don't welcome hooligans like you. Scram! I'll call for security!"
The onlooking students felt sympathy for her, but they didn't dare step up to support her.
Brother Quan smirked contemptuously. The engine roared and the motorcycle rushed forward, scaring the girl.
The girl's legs turned to jelly. If she hadn't willed herself to remain standing, she would have fallen to the floor.
Brother Quan pointed to himself, "Hooligan? Are you talking about me?"
The girl didn't dare to answer him as she trembled.
"Was she talking about me?" This time, Brother Quan turned back to ask his men.
Someone shouted out, "Yes! Brother Quan, she was talking about you!"
"Good, very good." Brother Quan clapped his hands, smiling sinisterly. He got off the motorcycle and strolled over to her.
