Jian Xi had to look after Wan Yu while simultaneously dealing with these men, and she soon found herself at a disadvantage.
Just as one of the men's palms was about to strike her face, the music suddenly stopped, and all the lights flickered on.
The hoodlums froze, their eyes squinting against the bright lights, which they could barely keep open.
Jian Xi seized the opportunity to kick the man opposite her and pulled Wan Yu to a safe distance.
"Dammit! Who is it?" The hoodlums, fueled by alcohol, cursed loudly without caring who it was.
