Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"They’ll stop when they’re tired," Xiao Junyan remarked indifferently, watching with his hands behind his back, showing no intention to intervene.
A crowd had gathered around, watching the fight unfold. Those eager for more drama even cheered them on from the sidelines. Though the seven in the center were brawling, they knew their limits—no weapons were drawn. They simply clenched their fists and beat each other rcilessly.
The sound of fists landing on flesh made Yun Qi wince in pain for the three youths. As she watched, a flash of vicious intent crossed the eyes of one of the silk-clad youths. A cold gleam seed to flicker in his clenched fist as he swung hard at the head of a youth pinned to the ground. She couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
The youth’s intent was truly vicious—a needle concealed within his fist. Was he intending to kill the boy on the ground?
Just as she moved to intervene, Xiao Junyan’s palm struck out with a swish, slapping toward the youth. Simultaneously, a blade of energy shot forth, striking the youth’s clenched fist with pinpoint accuracy.
With a thud, the youth clutching the needles in his fist cried out in pain and was sent flying several ters away.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, causing the brawling group to pause in shock.
"Third Young Master!" The other three imdiately rushed over, helping him up.
The three Xiao family youths were also dumbfounded. Only upon recognizing Xiao Junyan did they snap back to their senses. Supporting each other, they stood up straight, bowed their heads in sha, and called out: "Young... Young Master."
Not only had they lost a street fight, but the Young Master had witnessed it. They wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into.
Yue’er silently exhaled in relief, glancing at one of the Xiao family youths. He had truly dodged a bullet. She frowned again, shifting her gaze to the blood-spitting youth. It was truly strange—such a young boy, yet his thoughts were so cunning and vicious. What would beco of him when he grew up?
But... soone else seed to have intervened just now.
She scanned the crowd in that direction and spotted four n standing out prominently. Her eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of them, and she quickly averted her gaze, shrinking back slightly.
Heavens! It was Shen Shiqi’s group! Talk about running into enemies! How could she encounter them here?
Xiao Junyan also glanced in Shen Shiqi’s direction. Noticing their gaze, he gave a slight nod in greeting before striding forward. Fixing his gaze on the blood-spitting youth, he demanded, "Which family’s young master are you?"
What had seed like re street brawling now revealed the youth harbored murderous intent.
The group instinctively took a step back at the sight of Xiao Junyan’s imposing, intimidating presence. Their lips moved, but they didn’t na their family.
"Young Master, the one coughing up blood is the third young master of the Shen family’s second branch. The one supporting him on the left is also from the Shen family. The other two are from the Chen family," a youth from the Xiao family explained.
These fellows had always been at odds with them. Tonight, they’d bumped into each other at the lantern festival, exchanged provocative words, and a fight had erupted over a minor disagreent. To their sha, they’d ended up losing, forcing the Young Master to intervene.
At that mont, the youth remained unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death. Had Xiao Junyan and his companions not happened to be present, he likely would have perished tonight.
"Young Master Xiao." Shen Shiqi stepped forward, flanked by three close friends.
"Uncle... Uncle Shiqi..." The Shen youth paled visibly upon seeing Shen Shiqi, his voice trembling as he called out.
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