Ye Qianqian gave the man with blue hair a cold look and said, "I told you, I don't know you. And you'd better not touch my brother, or you'll regret it!"
"Hahaha, regret it? I'd love to see how a beauty like you is going to make me regret it," the man laughed, completely dismissing her threat.
SMASH!
Suddenly, Yang Qi grabbed a beer bottle and shattered it over the man's head. Although he was a Cultivator, this primitive street fighting style was still quite satisfying. Dealing with a bunch of punks, it didn't seem necessary to use any spells.
Everyone around them was stunned.
The blue-haired man touched the blood matting his hair, frozen in disbelief. He never expected Yang Qi to actually attack him. Is this guy crazy? He just attacks without a second thought?
"I told you to get lost. Since you refused, none of you are leaving," Yang Qi's voice was as cold as if it came from the Demon Abyss.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
