Ning Zihuan's sudden kick startled the onlookers who were initially just watching the drama unfold. What was going on with Ning Zihuan? He seemed to barely register his presence, so how could he suddenly burst forth as a knight in shining armor? That flash of malevolence that erupted from him a moment ago left everyone feeling unnerved.
Gu Shaozhen struggled to his feet, swaying, and pointed at Ning Zihuan, "You... you've got guts."
Ning Zihuan walked up to him step by step, grabbed the pointing finger, and gently twisted it.
The next moment, a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered filled the air, and Gu Shaozhen's face twisted with pain.
The young man's eyes were calm, his dark pupils quietly watching him, yet they instilled a sense of inescapable fear.
"I won't allow anyone to harm her, understood?"
Gu Shaozhen nodded, gritting his teeth in pain.
Ning Zihuan stepped back. Gu Shaozhen, sweating profusely with pain, fell to the ground with a thump.
