"You wouldn't dare!" Zhao Xinxin reproached them fiercely, her voice carrying a hint of authority.
However, being a woman, even her most authoritative voice seemed to lack a deterrent effect. The six masked men naturally didn't take Zhao Xinxin's threats seriously and reached out to grab her, laughter tinged with malice spilling from their lips.
It was at this moment that a figure swept in as swiftly as a racing leopard.
"Hmm." The six masked men suddenly sensed a dangerous aura hurtling toward them. Their expressions shifted as they cast a glance in that direction.
But the figure had already closed the distance, and the two closest to him felt a sharp chill in their hearts. Their eyes narrowed, and the pores on their skin stood on end in an instant.
The sensation was akin to encountering a ferocious beast in the wild, an invisible breath of cold air that felt as if death itself was bearing down on them.
Before the two could react, Tangyu's fists had struck them both.
