Such speed.
It was too fast for anyone to react.
This sudden change even left Lu Yiyu, of all people, turning his head in surprise.
A dark figure gradually appeared in view.
The man was extremely tall, his black eyes incomparably cold in the dead of night, like an emotionless machine. He lifted his gaze to Jiang Ruan, perched in the tree.
"I'm here."
He spoke in a hard, cold tone.
Qian Yu turned his head, looking at the few horrified people on the side. He slowly clenched his fist, creating a cracking noise, and his thin lips twitched slightly, "You...cannot touch her."
Harsh words spilled out from his throat.
The moment his words fell, he had already swiftly moved, those people had barely any time to react. Two individuals at the front were seized by the neck, brutally lifted off the ground.
They could only struggle weakly.
The faces of the people behind turned as white as a sheet.
