At that moment, the black-clad bodyguards had already approached them.
They didn’t rush up violently but drew their pistols from their waists, silently aiming at Yun Feiyang.
An Ruo stared at the weapons in their hands, feeling utterly incredulous.
Guns, she had only ever seen them on television, and now she was coming face to face with such danger and darkness.
An Ruo’s face couldn’t have been any paler as she pulled away Yun Feiyang’s hand, took a deep breath, and stepped towards Tang Yuchen.
"I’ll go back with you, just let him go," she said firmly, eyes locked on the man opposite her.
Tang Yuchen’s eyes darkened with sarcasm, and he scoffed, "So, President Yun, you too have times when you’re protected by a woman."
Yun Feiyang held onto An Ruo, not letting her move forward.
He looked at Tang Yuchen and, with a calm sneer, said, "Aren’t you here to challenge me? Fine, I accept your challenge. The loser will leave An Ruo alone."
"Feiyang!" An Ruo looked back and frowned in displeasure, Tang Yuchen had clearly come with malicious intentions, and by accepting the challenge, he was bound to get hurt.
Yun Feiyang smiled to comfort her, "Don’t worry, I won’t get hurt. And this is a rare opportunity—if I win, he won’t bother you anymore."
It was for her that he accepted the challenge.
An Ruo felt more and more indebted to him; in this lifetime, even if she died, she could never repay everything he had done for her.
Tang Yuchen’s expression suddenly darkened, his tone ice-cold, "Come on then, if you can beat me, I’ll let you go! But if you lose, don’t ever meddle in our affairs again, otherwise, I will surely take your life!"
"If I win, you will leave An Ruo alone forever, not disturbing her life," Yun Feiyang spoke with chin lifted, equally cold.
"Fine," Tang Yuchen’s mouth twitched slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Yun Feiyang pulled An Ruo behind him, his gaze turned icy, and he charged fiercely at Tang Yuchen, starting to fight immediately.
Both men had training, so their brawl was not disorderly as most are. Their fists and feet flew, each aiming precisely at the other’s vital points.
An Ruo watched with horror until Yun Feiyang took a heavy punch from Tang Yuchen.
Even though Yun Feiyang had some training, he was no match for Tang Yuchen and quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Hate and anger filled Tang Yuchen’s eyes, he showed no mercy to Yun Feiyang, pummeling him as though to kill, and before long, Yun Feiyang’s face was covered in blood.
Tears welled up in An Ruo’s eyes, and seeing Yun Feiyang fall to the ground, she could no longer restrain herself and cried out loudly, "Stop hitting him, stop it!"
Tang Yuchen’s gaze, icy as ever, fixed on the man on the ground: "Do you concede?"
"No, I will never concede!" Yun Feiyang struggled to rise, only to be punched several more times by Tang Yuchen as soon as he stood.
He kept getting up, only to be knocked down again and again, but he simply would not concede.
If he conceded, he would never be able to rescue An Ruo.
"Feiyang, I’m begging you, concede, please!" An Ruo cried out, trying to rush forward, but two bodyguards immediately grabbed her, preventing her from advancing.
Tang Yuchen paused in his movements; she was actually crying for Yun Feiyang.
Clenching his fists, his eyes grew even more menacing, "Yun Feiyang, you’ve lost! Even if you won’t concede, you’ve still lost!"
Yun Feiyang shuddered, his eyes filled with deep resentment and rage.
"No, I have not conceded!"