Wu Wei cursed under his breath, "Filthy whore, get out of my way!" He kicked, breaking free from Lin Xi, then swung a wine bottle directly at the old man’s face.
But surprisingly, the old man didn’t even blink. His eyes, cold as winter stars, reflected an unyielding spirit, not typical of someone his age.
In that moment, everyone held their breath as the bottle descended. If it hit, Teacher Wang would be dead.
Teacher Wang’s body was filled with the aftereffects of previous injuries. Various wounds he received from a tragedy years ago still pained him, particularly during damp weather. He had spent many years wondering how he’d managed to survive.
Everyone knew that if the bottle hit, Teacher Wang wouldn’t survive!
This respectable Teacher Wang would be no more!
Zhao Jia decided to stand up—she couldn’t let anything happen to Teacher Wang. Ignoring the fact that she was dealing with the arrogant son of a powerful family, she reached out to stop the bottle.
The bottle just skimmed Zhao Jia’s fingertips.
Zhao Jia’s eyes widened in shock, her fingers trembling slightly.
The weaker girls in the room closed their eyes. They were scared!
They feared seeing Teacher Wang’s bloody face, which would undeniably haunt their dreams.
They were terrified that the old man’s death would leave them directionless for the rest of their lives!
Lin Xi clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, causing blood to trickle down her fair fingers, staining them red.
Why was she so naive?
You’re worthless, Lin Xi!
What about your superiority complex?
Your pretentiousness?
If not for your hypocrisy, Teacher Wang wouldn’t be in this mess!
But no matter how much she blamed herself, it couldn’t change the situation.
Sun Qingqing also wanted to protect Teacher Wang, but she was too far away. The drunk’s speed was too fast, she couldn’t react in time.
Her heart darkened. Could she really not save Teacher Wang?
Her slender body trembled, tears the size of beans rolling down her cheeks. Subconsciously, she grabbed the corner of a young man’s clothes next to her, but there was no one there.
Ren Feifan had vanished!
Then came a ’thump’ — not the shattering of a bottle, but a dull sound like a bottle hitting a hand.
Soon after, a cold voice echoed throughout the room, "If you hurt him, I’ll kill you!"
Young Master Wu from Capital City, who had just swung the bottle, was suddenly sent flying like a kite that had lost its string!
A chilling echo reverberated in his mind: "If you hurt him, I’ll kill you!"
But why did the voice sound so familiar?
Before he could think any further, a powerful force smashed into him, making him feel as if every bone in his body was shattering.
Wu Wei erupted into expletives, his eyes blazing with fury.
Everyone could sense a strange air of mystery—as well as some relief.
At least Teacher Wang was unharmed!
Everyone sighed in relief—that’s all that mattered.
But who was it who had kicked the pampered heir of a top tier family?
Weren’t they afraid of reprisal from the top-tier mighty clans in Capital city?
As everyone was confused, they saw a figure, a young man standing aloofly.
His tall and erect frame, his sun-kissed skin, his sharp eyebrows, high nose bridge, pale lips tightly pressed, and those pitch-black eyes which occasionally flashed a gleam—there was a distinctive air of ruthless indifference surrounding this man standing alone in the crowd.
Isn’t he...Sun Qingqing’s boyfriend?
He actually stepped up?
A man who doesn’t even have a car dared to hit an heir of a top-tier family?
Although everyone admired him, they all felt a deep sense of pity for him.
Everyone was sure that this man would meet his end on some street within three days.
Lin Xi’s eyes flickered with various emotions as she looked at the man.
She felt mixed emotions.
A slight curve appeared on the corners of Sun Qingqing’s lips—this was the Ren Feifan she knew!
But, how should they handle things now?
Even though Ren Feifan was mysterious and skilled, just how far could his skills take him?
This wasn’t ancient times—a single person’s prowess could hardly compete with power and privilege!
"Damn it, who hit me?!"
Wu Wei staggered to his feet, anger and frustration boiling over!
The impact had jolted him into sobriety!
When everyone heard him, they knew trouble was coming, but there was only one, Wan Xiangjun, who had a smirk on his face.
You could’ve offended anyone, but it had to be Wu Wei of the Xu family!
Wu Wei cracked his neck and moved his muscles, his back and left leg felt like they’ve been broken—anyone else would have stayed down, but Wu Wei had some martial arts base.
"Damn it, was it you?!"
Wu Wei blinked and saw a young man standing straight beside the old man. It was undoubtedly him!
"I will kill you today! I will kill everyone!"
Wu Wei spat on the floor and took a few steps towards the young man, intending to get a better look at the disrespectful man.
But when he got within two meters of the young man, he stopped. He was completely dumbfounded.
To everyone’s surprise, the arrogant young master unexpectedly knelt down!
With a shout that echoed through the heaven and earth: "Young Master Ren!"
He did so because his eyes had finally cleared up.
He could now see the young man’s figure and face distinctly. But the next second after he had clearly seen the young man’s face, Wu Wei almost collapsed.
No word could describe his current state better than ’despair.’
Because he knew this man—his impression of him was incredibly vivid! Wasn’t this the man who stole both his crushes, and made Xu Shichang kneel?!
He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
What on earth is happening? He couldn’t believe he had messed with this dangerous man.
Wu Wei knew very well that he would rather offend the Xu family than this man, because he had no idea how terrifying this man’s wrath could be!
Without any hesitation, he dropped to his knees, hoping to be forgiven for his ignorance.
But his kneel left everyone else in the room scratching their heads—was this the heir of a top-tier family?
Even if there was some debt of gratitude owed, there was no need to kneel, right?
What on earth happened?
Who is Sun Qingqing’s boyfriend after all?
A man who doesn’t even have a car dares to be this arrogant even towards the heirs of top-tier families?
At that moment, Wan Xiangjun felt his face burning. He suddenly recalled all the expressions of the young man.
Although subtle, every flicker of emotion on his face showed nothing but disdain—deep disdain.
So, he had never taken him seriously, and he’d even called him a vagrant.
The face-slapping was indeed burning.