As he spoke, Xin Yun reached out with his large hand, wrapping it around Yi Luo Xiang's shoulder and said, "This is my girlfriend. We don't need your flowers. Whoever keeps pestering me here, I'll beat you one by one until you beg for mercy."
When everyone heard Xin Yun's seemingly arrogant words, they were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Everyone knew… anyone bold enough to pursue Yi Luo Xiang was not your average joe. How could they be afraid of a nobody from White Ten Class?
Looking at the few guys who were laughing brazenly and were unwilling to step aside, Xin Yun furrowed his brows. Mere words weren't enough to scare these guys off; they were not afraid of him at all. In that case...
While thinking, Xin Yun lazily said, "You won't move, huh? Well, alright... It's your own doing if you're looking for a beating. Don't blame me then. You... and you... and you... and you too! I challenge you! Either accept or get lost immediately!"
