Upon seeing the group of five surrounding Wang Yan, each wielding gleaming daggers, Deng Xin started trembling with fear.
She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed into Wang Yan's arms.
Holding Deng Xin in his embrace, Wang Yan caught a whiff of the fresh scent of a young girl. Deng Xin seemed soft and boneless, clinging tightly to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan immediately felt his heart begin to race, his face flushing with redness.
At this moment, the group of five, led by Ma Gan, had already closed in on Wang Yan. Seeing his flushed face, they assumed he was scared.
Ma Gan sneered, "Kid, with such little courage you dare to cause trouble? Get lost, hurry up."
Saying this, Ma Gan brandished the dagger in his hand.
But just as Ma Gan was waving his dagger, he suddenly saw a huge figure charging towards him, and a giant hand, like a palm leaf, rising to slap his face.
