"Ah..." Yurong was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes, not wanting to witness the scene of Bai Xiaofan being splattered with blood. Although that jerk was a bit unserious, but in such a dangerous moment, for him to bravely stand up—that was already very rare!
Smack!
Smack smack smack!
A series of crisp sounds of something falling echoed, accompanied by one miserable howl after another. Yurong, curious, opened her eyes to look.
She saw that the several hoodlums were all lying on the ground, in agonizing pain, whereas Bai Xiaofan was standing tall, right hand raised high, holding a half piece of leftover tofu!
"You... you actually used tofu to take them down..." Yurong mustered some courage, stepped forward to take a closer look at the men, and then asked Bai Xiaofan with disbelief.
"Of course, what do you think? Are you impressed with me? Do you feel like falling at my denim-clad knees?" Bai Xiaofan lifted his head proudly, narcissistically saying so.
