"Sir, since you admitted to hitting someone, I won’t be polite." Pan An said, raising his hand slightly.
A few people behind him immediately surrounded them.
An Ran had never seen such a scene before, her face turned pale as snow in an instant.
She only got coffee spilled on her, it’s really no big deal. But if those four big guys go at Instructor Mu, with his build, wouldn’t he become like meat on a chopping board?
Mu Xingfeng looked at the girl beside him, as frightened as a deer.
He noticed that since these people barged into the coffee shop, the girl’s face had turned white with fear. Her slender body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were full of guilt as she looked at the manager.
He almost couldn’t control himself from pulling her into his arms, telling her that with him there, she had nothing to fear.
But he knew he couldn’t do that; it would only scare his girl even more.
Just as the girl looked at him worriedly, Mu Xingfeng’s lips curved up slightly and he mouthed the words, "Don’t worry."
Watching Mu Xingfeng’s sexy thin lips silently form those two words, An Ran inexplicably felt reassured.
Mu Xingfeng elegantly unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled them up a bit, flexed his wrists, and said slowly, "Not polite? How do you intend to be not polite?"
"Simple, be sensible. Let Xuanxuan hit you twice as hard as you hit her just now. Then, apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness. We’ll forget about this matter, otherwise..."
Pan An didn’t continue, but his beady eyes glanced warningly at the people around them, making his intentions clear.
"Yes, let me hit you twice as hard, and then let that little bitch kneel and kowtow to me and apologize. I, Xuanxuan, am reasonable and will naturally forgive you." Xuanxuan said triumphantly as she linked Pan An’s arm and lifted her chin.
She didn’t notice that as she mentioned making An Ran kneel and apologize, a cold murderous intent flashed in Mu Xingfeng’s deep eyes, and his voice turned as cold as ice, "What if I refuse?"
"That’s not for you to decide."
As soon as Pan An finished speaking, four burly men surrounded them.
The moment the four men surrounded him, Mu Xingfeng’s calm demeanor abruptly changed; the coldness in his eyes instantly spread outwards.
An Ran thought it would be no big deal to apologize, but kneeling was absolutely out of the question. Then, she saw Mu Xingfeng already tangling with the four men.
"Instructor Mu, stop fighting!"
It was one against four; no matter how she looked at it, Mu Xingfeng would be at a disadvantage.
The whole thing started because of her. If Mu Xingfeng really got hurt because of this, what would she do?
At this moment, someone pulled her arm. It was the sister who came with Mu Xingfeng, calmly shaking her head at her, "It’s okay."
Seeing Manager Song, who was standing with his arms crossed, not a hint of worry showed on his face.
It’s his café. Isn’t he worried about the cafe’s things getting damaged and affecting business?
As she was lost in thought, there came several loud thuds from Mu Xingfeng’s direction, followed by miserable screams, one after another.
The four men were already down, some injured, some lying, some sitting, unable to retaliate.
Looking back at Mu Xingfeng, he nonchalantly brushed off his lapel, then turned to look at her.
Seeing An Ran with red-rimmed eyes, he still curled his lips slightly at her. But when he turned his head again, the tenderness in his eyes had gone, replaced with a domineering and sharp gaze like that of an emperor.