Pei Jiangmu frowned as he looked at the man in the flowery shirt.
Under normal circumstances, this man in the flowery shirt would never have had the chance to get close to him. The bodyguards would have stepped forward to drive him away long ago.
Even now, the bodyguards in plain clothes hidden in the crowd were about to come over, but he waved them off subtly.
He could handle these guys.
So the bodyguards all stood not far away, observing nervously and ready to step forward at any moment.
After all, if anything happened to Pei Jiangmu, they would all be in trouble.
"Apologize? Do you even deserve it?" Pei Jiangmu sneered.
Because of his "innocent student" persona, he didn't try to hide his emotions.
Especially when they repeatedly referred to Meng Ruochao as "chick".
It made the anger in his chest burn like a volcano about to erupt, with lava surging wildly in his veins.
His chest heaved violently, like an enraged beast.
The leader in the flowery shirt rarely had his face slapped like this, especially by a poor student.
His face darkened, and a glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
He waved his hand, and the young men surrounded them, looking ready to fight.
Pei Jiangmu wasn't afraid at all. He stepped sideways to protect Meng Ruochao more tightly and stared back at them firmly.
At that moment, the last firework in the sky exploded, and the brief light illuminated the tense stand - off.
Meng Ruochao's heart was in her throat, and there was also a hint of confusion.
It seemed that this man had stepped in front of her without hesitation more than once.
But she didn't have time to think about it.
After all, there were more of them, and she was more worried that Pei Jiangmu would get the worse of it.
So she reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his shirt, signaling him to calm down.
"Don't lower yourself to their level," she whispered.
But before Pei Jiangmu could respond, a crew - cut guy had already attacked without any sportsmanship.
When the fist came whistling towards him, Pei Jiangmu just gently pushed Meng Ruochao aside.
"Hide well. Don't get hurt."
His eyelashes didn't even flutter, as if the oncoming fist was just a spring catkin.
Blood splattered on the collar of his white short - sleeved shirt, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and also like the fleeting scarlet in his eyes.
The twelve bodyguards tensed their muscles simultaneously, but stopped abruptly the moment the man turned his head.
The surging undercurrent in the depths of his pupils made everyone understand the subtext:
"Anyone who dares to move will go to hell with them."
The moonlight cast a jagged shadow on his side face, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife's edge.
When those guys saw that he didn't even try to block, they thought he was scared and became even more arrogant.
"I wondered how tough he was. Turns out he's just a useless hothead."
"How's it feel to take grandpa's fist?"
"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, and let that chick..."
The last word didn't even come out before it stopped abruptly.
Because they stared with wide eyes and didn't even see when Pei Jiangmu moved. The crew - cut guy flew through the air.
The surrounding crowd was startled by the sudden fight and stepped back, letting out gasps.
They saw the smile on this man's face after he kicked the crew - cut guy away. It was even more chilling than the blood on his body.
The crew - cut guy fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen and screaming in pain.
It felt like this kick had split his internal organs.
The others suddenly realized that they might have provoked a monster.
In the moonlight, Pei Jiangmu was slowly wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his eyes crazy and determined.
He exuded a unique and handsome battle - damaged aura.
Especially the action of smearing the blood into a red mark like rouge made people think of a snow leopard licking its claws before hunting.
He gave off a chilling aura.
The leader in the flowery shirt felt a little scared when he saw Pei Jiangmu like this.
But he didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates, so he shouted bravely.
"Keep going! Don't be scared by his appearance!"
Pei Jiangmu took a deep breath, and the crazy side in his heart was completely unleashed like a wild horse running out of control.
Since they were looking for death, he wouldn't be polite.
They saw him curl his lips into a smile and charge towards them like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
Although the after - effects of the car accident hadn't fully healed, his attacks were still fierce and powerful.
Each punch carried boundless anger and strength.
The hooligans were gradually unable to hold up.
Actually, at this moment, the most nervous people weren't the ones in the "brawl", but Qi Yu and the bodyguards in the crowd.
Qi Yu's heart was almost jumping out of his chest.
The boss's arm hadn't fully recovered, and he still had to take painkillers from time to time because of the pain.
Moreover, in order to maintain his muscles, he had started crazy fitness training not long after his rehabilitation.
Even his fitness coach couldn't help but persuade him to take care of his body.
Now, he was actually fighting these hooligans himself.
Although Pei Jiangmu had practiced martial arts and boxing since childhood, he was outnumbered.
What if these blind fools hurt him?
So Qi Yu lowered his voice and instructed several bodyguards.
"Make sure to watch over the boss. If necessary, you must step forward to protect him."
"Just say you're acting out of justice!"
They were the boss's love bodyguards, but more importantly, they were his safety bodyguards!
They couldn't just watch him get hurt!
Just when Qi Yu was on the verge of going crazy with nervousness, a sharp cry suddenly came from the crowd.
"Pei Jiangmu, step back!"
Meng Ruochao's voice pierced through the still air.
She had somehow squeezed into the crowd, holding a bulging bag in her hand.
Brown liquid oozed out from the gap, glistening disgustingly under the streetlight.
A hooligan recognized it as the bag that dog - walkers liked to use to pick up dog poop, and his face instantly turned uglier than the contents of the bag.
Sure enough, before they could dodge, the next second.
"Eat shit, you guys!"
She flung her hand, and the filthy stuff splashed in a fan - shape onto the hooligans' faces.
The pungent stench mixed with the smell of rotting river algae instantly triggered their biological instincts.
Some of them jumped away retching, even knocking over a trash can.
Some stumbled and fell into the grass beside, still covering their noses and mouths tightly.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the bodyguards squeezed over and shouted, "The police are coming!"
In the chaos, Meng Ruochao grabbed Pei Jiangmu's wrist. "Run!"
After all, Pei Jiangmu was still a student. Although they were the victims, if it was determined to be a mutual fight, it would be bad for his studies.
Her palm was warm as it rubbed against the ulna protruding from his wrist.
As they ran forward, the summer night wind blew into Meng Ruochao's open collar.
She was like a vigilant antelope pulling Pei Jiangmu to run wildly. Her hair formed silver arcs in the moonlight as she ran.
The disgusting curses of the men in the flowery shirts were left behind until they disappeared.
The moment she stopped and looked back, the streetlight happened to illuminate her side face with mud spots on it.
Her eyelashes cast a butterfly - shaped shadow on her eyelids. There was a fine layer of sweat on the tip of her nose, and there was still a mischievous smile on her lips.