Confiscating the Tools of These People's Misdeeds
Jiang Yexun's icy eyes suddenly chilled, and deep-seated murderous intent surged in an instant. The group of men suddenly felt a cold shiver down their spines, and their lecherous smiles froze on their faces.
But as they looked at the man before them, who appeared quite unapproachable, and with a young girl who was slowing him down, their wicked thoughts resurfaced.
"If you disagree, let the young lady choose. Who knows, maybe she wants to play with us," the leader of the group said with increasingly malicious intent.
"Pah! You scoundrels think you can have a chance with me? Brother Yexun, beat them up!" Su Xiaoxiao lifted her chin, taunting the four men.
Even Jiang Yexun was surprised by how fierce she could be.
The men hesitated briefly, then cursed and drew their daggers, rushing towards Jiang Yexun and Su Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Yexun was tall and he easily kicked the leader to the ground with his pair of long legs.