Guo Jin's eyes widened. He barked, "Shiwaizi, what do you think you're doing? Are you trying to hit me?"
Shiwaizi struggled with all his might, yelling for him to let go.
But Shen Xin was young and strong. There was no way the boy could break free.
After disarming him, Shen Xin finally looked at the kid in his grasp.
He wasn't tall, probably just over four and a half feet.
Dark-skinned and skinny.
His hair was a mess, like he'd just randomly chopped it himself.
He wore a frayed, striped long-sleeved shirt. It was originally gray but had been worn so much it was almost black.
He was quite fashionable, though. His shiny, greasy jeans were ripped, revealing his bare thighs underneath.
But it wasn't cold in Huaiyi.
It was only early April, but daytime temperatures were already pushing the high seventies, and it was oppressively humid.
Shiwaizi pointed at the young man in Guo Jin's grasp and tried to kick him, yelling, "They hit me first!"
Shen Xin immediately yanked him back.
