The deeper into the snack street, the more people there were, and those restless ’wolves’ began hunting for their prey.
Following the two young ladies, Leng Xuan’s mind was still on Zhou Li’s matter when he suddenly heard Ling Xuejiu shout, "What are you doing?" That’s when he snapped back to reality, looked up, and saw Ling Xuejiu glaring at a man in his thirties wearing a black tank top, large shorts, and with tattoos on his arms.
The tattooed man had just reached out with a sleazy paw toward Ling Xuejiu, but was now pretending to be innocent with a menacing look on his face as he said, "What did I do?"
Ling Xuejiu stared back and demanded, "What were you just touching?"
With a lewd chuckle, the tattooed man said, "Did I touch you? Where did I touch you? Was it here?" As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Ling Xuejiu’s chest again.
Ling Xuejiu was furious, having never encountered someone so brazen before, and with a swift motion, she slapped the tattooed man across the face.
The tattooed man was stunned by the slap and bellowed, "Damn it, you dare to hit me?" He raised his hand, ready to strike back, but in that instant, someone grabbed his wrist. It felt as if the bones were about to shatter, and in pain, he involuntarily cried out. Looking back, he saw that the person holding his hand was a young man wearing a white shirt, and he erupted in fury, "Fuck your mother. Let go of me!"
That young man was naturally Leng Xuan. Before he could speak, Ling Xuejiu angrily said, "Leng Xuan, teach him a good lesson for me!"
Leng Xuan grimly responded with an "Mhm," followed by a knee strike to the man’s groin. The tattooed man howled like a ghost, and the moment Leng Xuan released him, he immediately clutched his lower body and began rolling on the ground, curling up like a shrimp.
Li Mengjie stuck out her tongue and giggled, "Xue Jiu, your Cold Bodyguard really knows how to throw a heavy punch!"
Seeing Leng Xuan teaching the man a lesson in this manner, Ling Xuejiu couldn’t help but want to laugh. He had truly avenged her, and just as she was about to speak, suddenly a few people came pushing through the crowd, shouting at others to get out of the way. They helped the tattooed man up, and they looked like they were all together.
"Big brother, big brother, what happened to you?"
"Damn, never mind me, beat that kid up!" the tattooed man screamed.
"Damn you, daring to touch our big brother, are you tired of living, kid?" The tattooed man’s companions were enraged and charged toward Leng Xuan with curses flying.
"This is going to be good!" Li Mengjie playfully blinked, but Ling Xuejiu said, "Leng Xuan, deal with them quickly, I’m hungry!"
Leng Xuan found it amusing. Taking care of these few was hardly a challenge, but in such a crowded place, he obviously didn’t want to draw too much attention. So, he just used standard combat techniques and greeted the first one who charged at him with a side kick, sending the attacker flying. He then struck down on the shoulder of the second man with a palm shaped like a knife, prompting the man to let out a pig-like squeal as his knees involuntarily buckled. The third man, not having time to react, received a knee to the stomach from Leng Xuan and immediately screamed in agony, doubling over on the ground. The others, seeing Leng Xuan swiftly take down three of their own, no longer dared to act tough, their faces turning pale and legs trembling with fear.