When Huangfu Xinyue and her group saw what was happening, they saw Lin Zhou and his cronies fighting with a girl and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. The strongest among them shouted, "Lin Zhou, stop what you're doing! How dare you attack a woman and openly violate Federation law? You've got some nerve." Although these girls' family backgrounds couldn't compare to Lin Zhou's, they were all talented women, so they weren't afraid of his group.
Lin Zhou's face was a mess of black and blue, like an overturned dye palette. No matter how brazen he was, he wouldn't dare attack a woman in broad daylight. At most, upon seeing a new face, he'd thought, 'She's probably from a Low-class Star,' and decided to make some crass remarks to test if the newcomer was a pushover. But who could have known that before he even finished speaking, Ning Xuan would smash a fist into his face? It landed right on the bridge of his nose, and the pain instantly brought tears to his eyes.
