Ye Tianyu arched his eyebrows, performing a gentleman's bow with due respect, "Of course I won't disappoint Grandma."
Ye Tianyu's figure flashed like lightning. With a sweep of his long legs, he suavely and efficiently knocked down two men beside him. As the group wielding sticks charged at him, Brother Xiong and the others dumbfoundedly watched a tall and noble-looking youth weave through a dozen men in black. In just five minutes, he had taken down over a dozen, and Ye Kelan applauded, jumping onto the sofa, "Brother is mighty, go Brother, you're so cool, I love you, Brother..."
While Ye Kelan was hopping and skipping around, Ye Tianyu had already moved to protect Wen Nuan. The fifteen-year-old boy towered over Wen Nuan. She watched him, stunned. After the day's extreme ups and downs, she was in terrible distress, believing she would be captured and humiliated by Brother Xiong again, never expecting to be rescued by a young man.
