"Let go!"
Suddenly, a voice roared out, and Dong Li, seemingly out of nowhere, positioned himself in front of the girl named Wen Ya, fixing his gaze on the gang of hooligans.
"Kid, you wanna play the hero, huh? You got what it takes?"
The hooligan with green hair prodded Dong Li's chest with the steel rod in his hand, his face filled with disdain.
Bang!
A sharp sound erupted as Dong Li grabbed a bottle and smashed it directly onto the green-haired thug's head, stunning him on the spot as blood gushed from his head.
Then Dong Li kicked out, knocking the green-haired thug to the ground.
For a moment, the gang of hoodlums didn't know how to react, as they hadn't expected this seemingly thin and weak, honest-looking guy to have such guts.
"Bastards, attack, waste this kid! Motherfucker dares to hit me, he's got a death wish, huh?"
