Tang Yanqi didn’t notice Sheng Jianan’s actions. After finishing her conversation with the boy, she stood up, and the two of them slowly walked toward the mouth of the alley.
Not long after leaving the little spicy hotpot stall, Sheng Jianan’s expression of disdain reappeared. Earlier, with relatively fewer people around, it seed bearable, but after a few steps, as the crowd thickened and the slls of oil and smoke erged, Young Master Sheng was instantly displeased again.
Taking Tang Yanqi’s hand, he quickened his pace towards the alley’s exit. Just as Sheng Jianan felt the air was slightly fresher, he suddenly heard a burst of crackling sounds from inside the alley.
Tang Yanqi also quickly turned her head. Everyone on Snack Street was looking inward, but no one knew what was happening. They only heard a sharp cry.
Before Sheng Jianan could gather his thoughts, the person whose hand he was holding had already disappeared.
Tang Yanqi recognized the voice. It was the stall owner’s wife.
"Damn it, be honest. Doing business in my territory, and you still think you can avoid paying a protection fee?"
Passing through the crowd, before Tang Yanqi could get close, she saw the boy who had just given her pickled radish lying off to the side, with fresh blood still streaming from his arm.
Over there, the stall owner’s wife was kneeling on the ground, clutching soone’s clothes tightly: "Please, this is the child’s tuition money, I can’t give it, please..."
"Damn it, you’re looking for trouble."
The speaker had wine-red hair and a tattoo on one arm, clearly looking like a thug. As if annoyed by the stall owner’s wife, he raised the stick in his hand and swung it at her.
Without thinking twice, Tang Yanqi’s eyes swept the area, and she grabbed a rolling pin from beside her and smashed it towards the man.
Her aim was precise, hitting the red-haired guy on the head without fail.
"Damn it, who? Who dares to hit ?"
These kinds of things were all too common, and the vendors around seed used to it, with no one stepping in to help.
The red-haired guy’s gaze locked onto Tang Yanqi, spitting fiercely: "Mind your own business!"
After speaking, he approached Tang Yanqi, and the people around instantly moved three ters away from her, afraid of getting hurt themselves. Tang Yanqi’s eyes were calm, and as the stick was about to co down, she swiftly sidestepped, then lifted her knee, striking the man’s stomach hard.
Taking advantage of his mont of pain, she grasped the red-haired guy’s wrist with both hands, twisted it backward, causing him to scream in pain, and smoothly took the stick into her own hands.
After a mont of shock, Sheng Jianan hurried over, just in ti to see a slender figure wielding a stick thicker than her wrist while hitting soone.
Tang Yanqi’s long hair was blown by the night wind, and wearing a white shirt, she looked sowhat like a heroine from ancient tis.
The red-haired guy, being beaten furiously, also got angry. Of course, people like him wouldn’t co alone. He had just underestimated Tang Yanqi, thinking she was just a girl.
Wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth: "Damn it, get her."
Sheng Jianan was slightly taken aback seeing Tang Yanqi fight, but his surprise quickly turned into amusent. The stick was obviously not hers; the fact that she could snatch it from a man and beat him so embarrassingly showed that she was clearly trained.
This woman, just how much does he not know about her?
Tang Yanqi managing one little thug wasn’t too difficult, but with more people, it beca a problem. After all, she was still just a girl.
In the mont Sheng Jianan was lost in thought, a stick as thick as the one in Tang Yanqi’s hand was about to strike her shoulder. Sheng Jianan’s eyes turned cold, and his speed was so quick it was hard to see clearly.
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