Before Yao Tang could think for another second, more than a dozen men came rushing forward. They were all clasping their sticks and were about to wave them over her head.
Cheng Yan immediately stood up and was just about to block them away from her. What he didn't expect was for another group of men to block their way.
They quickly grabbed the men's sticks and threw them aside as if they were nothing more than twigs that had been picked up in the playground.
Before long, the men were surrounded and terribly beaten to the ground.
Their cries echoed across the cinema, and Cheng Yan could only helplessly watch as some of the men retreated one by one.
He didn't know what else to say.
Suddenly, a woman in black approached them.
She had blended quite well with the dark environment. Her long and pointy features appeared solemn as she observed the beaten men from afar.
