"You... you're shameless, have no decency, just go away quickly, or I'll call the police," Song Xiaoqian said, puffed up with anger, threatening them.
"Hahaha... call the police? We are so scared, go on, dial them, let's see if the cops will actually come."
The gang of hoodlums laughed uproariously together as if they had heard a hilarious joke.
"Teacher... you shouldn't bother with me anymore, they're no good. Even calling the police will be useless. Just go, they won't do anything to me."
At this moment, the guy who had been beaten to a pulp on the ground actually showed a bit of conscience, advising Song Xiaoqian to leave quickly.
"No way, Zhang Xiaofeng, you've been beaten so badly. If you don't get treated, it could be life-threatening. I'll take you to the hospital right now," Song Xiaoqian insisted, pulling the guy up from the ground.
