Chen Feng wouldn't let go, raising his eyebrows and saying, "It's none of your fucking business if I'm messing with my woman."
Little did he know, as soon as his words ended, Shen Qiyu's fist viciously landed on Chen Feng's mouth.
The blow knocked the man aside, making him let go of Wen Yi and crouch to one side, spitting blood.
Seeing their brother being hit, the three male students next to him clenched their fists and rolled up their sleeves, immediately rushing toward Shen Qiyu.
Young Master Shen rubbed his nose, disdainfully looking at their posturing. He would take on anyone who came at him, be it one or two.
Having practiced Taekwondo since his childhood in the United States, he was unfazed by such riff-raffs, and four or five of them were no challenge at all.
In no more than a couple of exchanges, all four male students were rolling on the ground, howling like banshees.
He dusted off his clothes with disgust and extended his hand to Wen Yi as if to pull her up.
