"You little shit, who the hell do you think you are? Let go of my arm right now!" the lackey tried to break free and, failing that, cursed at Ye Wudao.
Bang!
Ye Wudao clenched his hand with force, directly breaking the lackey's arm.
"Ah!" The lackey let out a wail and, leaving behind a vicious threat, scrambled away; "You're dead, you little shit. My young master won't let you get away with this!"
Meanwhile, Ouyang Na became anxious and said, "Mr. Ye, Miss Su, please leave quickly! The person behind this is someone I can't afford to provoke. I'm truly sorry about today."
What?
Hearing Ouyang Na's words, Su Yueli asked curiously, "Miss Ouyang, who exactly has frightened you to this extent?"
Ouyang Na had just opened her mouth when seven or eight fierce-looking men approached, saying coldly, "Ouyang Na, our young master requests your presence!"
"Okay." Ouyang Na took a deep breath.
Just then, Ye Wudao stepped in front of Ouyang Na and said, "I'll go on your behalf!"
