"Mister, if you keep coming at me, I'm going to call the cops!" An Xiaxia pulled out her phone as she shouted in a shaky tone.
The man completely ignored her threats while he approached her with a hideous grin on his face.
He took several steps closer and An Xiaxia retreated continuously, her face filled with nervousness.
It was right when the man was within arm's reach that a fierce and accurate punch suddenly landed on his face and the man cried out in pain as he fell to the ground.
"Who did it? Who are you? You dare hit me, do you think I won't call the police?!" The man cursed while An Xiaxia was shocked to see who it was.
Sheng Yize flexed his fingers as he replied in a cold, calm voice, "So when you get hit, you know you should call the police? How about when you're harassing a young girl? Holding other people up to a saint's standards but keeping trash standards for yourself. Mister, you're really something else."