"Brother, I'll protect you!" said He Zhilan as she moved to shield He Da with her body. Despite the martial arts taught by He Teng, she knew she couldn't compete with these men. Yet at this moment, she would rather die than be separated from He Da.
He Zhilan crouched down, protecting He Da under her. Despite the punches and tugs from the attackers, she kept her teeth clenched, holding onto He Da.
"Brother, don't be scared," He Zhilan insisted, "My colleagues are in the restaurant across the street. Just hang in there a little longer, they'll be here soon. They are all strong men, I believe they can take these jerks down." She continued reassuring He Da with a smile, despite the blows raining on her, "Brother, it doesn't hurt. Really, compared to losing you again, I can bear this pain."
He Zhilan bit her lip hard, holding onto her faith and refusing to let go, even if they held a knife to her throat. She was determined to hold out until Bono and the others came to help.