novelden Chapter 169 Who do you think you are?
Chapter 169 Who do you think you are?
After hanging up the phone, Yun Yao put her phone in her pocket and looked at the person she was standing on with a look of disgust.
The onlookers were completely bewildered.
Just a minute ago, the argument between Number Three and Number Twelve escalated into a physical altercation, and they ended up wrestling.
After the woman in the baseball cap put the little boy in the car, she slowly walked back and then... pinned Number Three to the ground with one move.
Number Three is probably twice her size, right? And... he was just knocked down like that?
At first, everyone thought that Number Three had been caught off guard, but when Number Three was still lying on the ground motionless five minutes later, they knew they were wrong.
"What are you doing? Let him go!" Among the crowd were many die-hard fans of Number Three.
Yun Yao clapped her hands and picked up Number Three.
"You crash your car just because you can't beat someone? You really have some nerve! Luckily that brat is alright. If he had been hurt, I'd twist your head off and use it as a football!" Yun Yao threw Number Three out.
Number Three, covered in snow from head to toe, was filled with resentment. How could even a woman dare to ride roughshod over him!
"You filthy bitch, you just wait!" With that, he shakily got up from the snow.
"What are you all standing there for! Kill her!" Number Three called out to his little fans.
Yun Yao glanced coldly at the menacing crowd and couldn't help but scoff.
The location was perfect; she didn't mind teaching these clueless guys a lesson on this mountaintop.
Number Twelve was a little worried about Yun Yao, but before he could speak, Yun Yao pushed him aside.
"Stay out of the way!"
Number Twelve: "..." He was actually rejected by a woman.
As soon as Su Yuchen got in, he saw Xiao Hei parked there. He opened the car door and saw Yun Zichen leaning against the window, looking at the crowd in the distance.
"Yun Zichen." Su Yuchen's voice was deep, and his displeasure was evident.
Yun Zichen, who was filled with worry for Yun Yao, was startled by the sound behind him. Hearing that familiar voice, his heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"Where is Yun Yao?" Su Yuchen's face was extremely grim.
Yun Zichen is unharmed, but that doesn't mean Yun Yao is alright.
"My...my aunt is over there," Yun Zichen replied hesitantly.
Su Yuchen looked in the direction he was pointing, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
"Keep an eye on him!" After instructing Yun Zichen on the person behind him, Su Yuchen strode towards the crowd.
Contestant number twelve has been subdued by number three, while the others approach Yun Yao menacingly, their fingers cracking as they clench their fists.
They're not very capable, but they're all show and no substance.
"Dare to offend our Third Master? Today I'll show you why the flowers are so red!" With that, he threw a punch at Yun Yao's face.
Yun Yao watched the fist getting closer and closer to her, but she still didn't move.
"Is she scared out of her wits? She was so fierce just now, why didn't she even dodge?"
"Hahaha, it turns out he's just a paper tiger!" Many people were watching the show and cheered.
It wasn't that Yun Yao didn't move; there was simply no need for her to. She could have blocked this seemingly aggressive attack with just one finger.
However, the other party had no idea what Yun Yao was thinking. Seeing that he was about to slap her face, his aura became even more arrogant.
"You bitch, I'll kill you!"
The fierce wind from the punch ruffled the stray hairs by Yun Yao's ears, and the fist, as big as a face, was only about twenty centimeters away from the tip of her nose.
Yun Yao's hand, which was in her pocket, twitched slightly, as if she was about to pull it out.
Someone was faster than her; in the blink of an eye, a hand with distinct knuckles blocked her way, catching the burly man's iron fist.
The strong wind made Yun Yao squint, and when she turned her head, she saw Su Yuchen's handsome face.
Her perfectly proportioned figure, draped in a black coat, stood like a majestic mountain against the white backdrop, her sharp eyes slightly darkened, her gaze brimming with turbulent emotions.
His complexion was terrible, so dark it looked like it could drip water.
"Um, Su Yuchen..." Yun Yao felt guilty and gently pinched Su Yuchen's clothes.
"Shut up." The voice was slightly hoarse, like a lion awakened from ancient times.
Yun Yao obediently shut up and shrank back behind him.
Once Yun Yao's petite figure was completely hidden behind him, Su Yuchen looked down at the person in front of him whose expression was contorted with extreme pain. With a forceful pull, a snapping sound rang out.
The burly man in front of me knelt down, clutching his right hand and crying out in pain. Before he could recover, a pair of shiny black leather shoes came into view.
"Who...who are you?" The big man was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
"The one who sends you to your death."
As Su Yuchen's deep voice fell, he bent one knee slightly and struck the big man's chin directly. As the man leaned back, Su Yuchen grabbed his neck and dragged him a long way before slamming him to the ground.
Su Yuchen's aura was like that of the King of Hell returning from hell. The onlookers were all stunned. Not only did no one dare to step forward, but they all retreated.
Where does this person come from?
The burly man was working for Number Three. Although Number Three was also still shaken, he couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.
"Hey kid, where are you from? I'm Zheng San, known as Third Master in the underworld. Give me some face, and let's just call it even!" Zheng San said as he stepped forward.
Su Yuchen looked up at Zheng San, his eyes as cold as ice.
"And what are you anyway?" Su Yuchen stood up and kicked the burly man, who was on the verge of death, aside.
Zheng San thought that Su Yuchen had taken his words to heart, and he was secretly delighted. No matter how arrogant the newcomer was, he still had to give him face!
However, the next second he heard Su Yuchen's terrifying voice, like the pronouncement of death, ring out again.
"You must be the culprit, very well." Su Yuchen walked slowly towards Zheng San, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"What...what do you mean?" Zheng San sensed danger and involuntarily stepped back.
"Su Yuchen".
Su Yuchen stopped in his tracks and looked down at the small hand resting on his arm.
Yun Yao shook her head at him, indicating that it was enough to teach them a lesson; with so many people watching, there was no need to cause a death.
Su Yuchen looked at Zheng San's panicked and fearful face, a ruthless glint flashing in his bloodthirsty eyes.
"roll."
But some people always feel that life is not good, and they insist on provoking others again and again.
As Zheng San ran, he shouted at Su Yuchen, "Pretty boy, your grandpa is a man of the Xinglong Gang leader! I'll kill you sooner or later! And you too! You filthy bitch!"
Yun Yao: "..." Idiot!
Su Yuchen's violent tendencies had spiraled out of control, his fierce gaze fixed on the fleeing person.
Until suddenly a soft hand appeared in his palm, brushing against his heart like a gentle feather, instantly soothing his anxiety.
"Su Yuchen, what's wrong with you today?" Yun Yao noticed Su Yuchen's emotional breakdown and asked with some concern.
Yun Yao's hand was grasped back, and it felt warm.
“They almost hurt you,” Su Yuchen suddenly said.
Yun Yao, who was following behind Su Yuchen, suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with tenderness.
However, she said something very inappropriate: "Their trash? Are you kidding me!"