Hands Off My Woman

Feeling reassured, Yan Qingsi let out a moan and fainted. 

"Hey! Yan Qingsi. Wake up…" Yue Tingfeng called out while shaking her body. 

Yan Qingsi did not move—not even the slightest. 

Yue Tingfeng lifted Yan Qingsi's chin, his lips curled up. He saw that her cheeks were red and swollen. "Hope you have learned your lesson," he said with sternness in his eyes as he let go of her. 

Yue Tingfeng looked at the two people on the floor coldly. One of them groaned in pain as he tried to pull himself up. With a tight-lipped smile, Yue Tingfeng struck the guy down with a kick. The guy moaned as he shut his eyes. 

What seemed to be flashlight's beam appeared at the end of the alley. Disruptive noise and loud, unruly footsteps could be heard approaching. "Over there, quick… chase them!"

About ten people closed in. Yue Tingfeng heaved up Yan Qingsi and started to run.