The crowd of onlookers, witnessing such a scene, were already getting restless.
The fair-faced young man furrowed his brows tightly, and as he took a step forward, his companion beside him grasped his arm, "Brother Yann, if that group is bold enough to cause trouble in Chinatown with no fear, they must have backers. Maybe we shouldn't stir up more trouble."
"Because we are afraid of trouble, we should just watch a young girl get bullied by a group of people? She is one of our compatriots," Xie Yann said, raising his other hand to brush off the hand that had grabbed his sleeve.
The person whose hand was brushed away tugged at his hair, "What you're saying is, if I don't take action, then I wouldn't be fit to be a person from Xia Country."
With that, he rolled up his sleeves and followed Xie Yann.
But after just two steps, he saw Xie Yann stop, "Brother Yann, we need to make it quick. We won't be able to get tonight's plane if..."
