Everyone was still recovering from the shock that Hu Qingsong could improve his strength even when he had damaged Dantian. Meanwhile, a man and a young woman in student uniforms walked out of the crowd. They headed slowly toward Hu Qingsong.
The man had a fair-skinned face, deep-set dark eyes, and a high nose bridge. He was handsome, but his demeanor was so intimidating that no one dared to approach him. The young teenage girl was holding a small red umbrella. The skin of her hands was as smooth as jade. Her almond-shaped eyes were as bright as stars. Her slightly turned-up nose sets nicely on her pretty heart-shaped face. She was slim, delicate, and she looked otherworldly.
The man and woman calmly walked up to Hu Qingsong as if no one was around.
Zheng Feihan and Chen Junbin's pupils widened in fear when they saw the two faces looking at Hu Qingsong. Exchanging a look, they shouted in unison, "It is them. They are the ones who beat us up!"
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