"Your father threw the punch." Ah Gui still held the broken beer bottle in his hand as he coldly walked over, glanced at Ye Xi to see she was unharmed, and then fixed his gaze on the young man he had hit, "So young and yet not well-taught. Didn't your parents ever teach you to show women respect? If they didn't, I'll grudgingly act as your father for a day to discipline you, alright?"
"Brothers, get him!" The youth had never seen anyone so brazen, nor had he ever been so humiliated. Unable to contain his anger, he called over his pack of fair-weather friends.
Birds of a feather truly flock together.
About seven or eight youths in their twenties surrounded them, each as skinny as plucked chickens, putting on a fierce and evil appearance, as if a more ferocious expression could intimidate others.
Ye Xi was a bit panicked and quickly pulled at Ah Gui, "Let's go."
Ah Gui turned his head to look at her, "You go first."
