"Perhaps she's taken a liking to this pretty boy," a hoodlum laughed mockingly, his gaze toward Xiao Han laden with derision.
Pretty boy, Xiao Han touched his face, he was indeed fair-skinned, but definitely not what one would call a pretty boy.
"That's enough, you guys can go," Xiao Han curled his lips and said with an air of nonchalance. With a casual sidestep, he dodged the attack from a hoodlum wielding a dagger, speaking lazily.
Upon seeing his move, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the gang leader. He sneered, "Kid, I didn't expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve, but thinking you can play the hero and save the damsel is suicidal, guys, take him down."
He was fearless and ferocious.
The hoodlum with the dagger thrust at him again.
The rest of the hoodlums followed suit, swinging their fists or aiming kicks at Xiao Han, attacking him from all sides.
