Wang Miao, distressed beyond measure, immediately rushed forward but was halted by a hand from behind.
Turning around, she cried,
"Zhou Yu, please help them!"
Zhou Yu looked at her, speechless.
It hadn't even been a week since the last incident at the bar.
And yet, here was another issue.
Bars seemed like a place where trouble was inevitable.
Watchign Zheng Qiu and Chen Xingxing being pinned to the ground, Zhou Yu took action.
With a stride, he felled the group of youths with three punches and two kicks.
Zheng Qiu and Chen Xingxing climbed up from the ground, disheveled.
The young man with sunglasses furrowed his brows.
"Fucking shit, who the hell are you to intervene in my business?"
"Are you tired of living?"
Zhou Yu ignored him and turned to Wang Miao.
"What's going on?"
Tears welled up in Wang Miao's eyes.
"Zhou Yu, we were dancing, and he suddenly came up and held me, and even touched me... "
