Held in Zhang Xiaobei's embrace, Tang Xiaowei suddenly felt her nervous heart calm down. It felt so solid, free from anxiety, free from panic, so safe.
At the same time, over a dozen ruffians had already pounced in front of Zhang Xiaobei, who faced each ferocious thug with the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
"Baby, I'm not very familiar with dancing, so you'll have to bear with me a little..."
Before Tang Xiaowei could react, she saw Zhang Xiaobei's left leg suddenly rise, his toes instantly tapping against one of the thug's chests.
The kick was fast and ruthless, instantly sending the thug somersaulting down the street, making getting up again seem harder than ascending to heaven.
Before Tang Xiaowei could divert her gaze, she heard a crack near her ear. Following the sound, she saw one of the thugs collapse to the ground, clutching at his shin and wailing in agony.
