The lecherous man, with a perverse grin, was just about to reach out to grab Yuan Xiaoxiao when, in that very moment, a punch as swift as a raging wind and as powerful as a thunderclap came flying in. The lecherous man let out a howl and collapsed straight down, rigid like a plank.
"Who the fuck are you, daring to mess up my fun!"
The rest of the lecherous men, turning to look at the man behind them, initially brimming with arrogance, found themselves involuntarily overwhelmed by the sheer dominance radiating from Xie Qikan. Their breath caught, faces turned pale, and a wave of unease swept through them.
"Qikan…"
Yuan Xiaoxiao murmured softly, her watery gaze filled with an almost trembling light. Even in the face of so many thugs and hooligans, the little woman hadn't shed a single tear. Yet, the moment she saw the man standing before her, her tears finally broke free and poured down in an unrestrained display of vulnerability and weakness—an emotion only he could evoke.
