Iron Fist Pan Weiyi crawled towards Xu Xiaona as swiftly and agilely as a dog, a move that once again caused a stir among the onlookers!
These people had seen all sorts of scenes before, but they had truly never seen such an exciting plot twist!
Who would have thought that the previously arrogant and invincible second-generation rich kid, one of the South Street Thirteen Wolves, Iron Fist Pan Weiyi, would be so frightened by that young man, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old!
Residents of South Street were also present, and many had been bullied by Pan Weiyi in the past. Seeing Pan Weiyi in such an embarrassing situation now, they felt a wave of schadenfreude, greatly satisfied!
Pan Weiyi, however, was adaptable. Amidst the laughing and ridiculing crowd, he seemed to hear nothing and continued to crawl toward Xu Xiaona.
Soon, Pan Weiyi reached Xu Xiaona and earnestly said to her still somewhat bewildered face: