Chapter Twenty-Four: Picking Up Teeth Off the Ground

One of the men turned his head. He appeared to be in his twenties, tall and imposing, with a fierce and menacing face. He looked at Zhao Yang with an air of arrogance and said, "Kid, where did you come from? How dare you meddle in my business? You're simply courting death." As he spoke, the burly man swung his fist directly at Zhao Yang's face.

Zhao Yang, confronted by the ferocious punch, deftly shifted to the side, causing the man's fist to strike only empty air.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng and his companions approached the other two men. Seeing the newcomers, the pair immediately ceased their harassment of the young woman. They turned to face Liu Feng, wearing expressions of utter conceit.

Liu Feng studied them. One seemed about fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features and a disdainful look upon his face. The other was in his early twenties, thin and weasel-faced, his expression equally nonchalant.

The handsome youth spoke sharply. "I advise you to stay out of my affairs. Otherwise, I'll have you seized and tormented until you wish you were dead."

The frail young man sneered, speaking with deliberate slowness. "If you know what's good for you, get lost now, and perhaps I'll spare you. Otherwise, you'll regret ever being born."

Wang Yue, fiery-tempered as ever, flew into a rage at their words. "I've never seen such shameless people in my life! Bullying decent women as if it were your birthright!"

The thin youth's face twisted in anger. "You little bastard, how dare you spe