"Let him go, you motherfucker!"
Wu Xiaoshan hurried forward upon seeing this, his cold gaze laced with threads of murderous intent.
The three guys were clearly taken aback, not expecting someone to dare meddle in their business.
The sleazy man who was about to grab Qiao Chu Chu's chest turned and spat, cursing viciously, "Fuck, we've got a tough guy here. Get lost now, or I'll put more holes in you!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Wu Xiaoshan scoffed disdainfully and suddenly lunged forward, throwing a punch.
Wu Xiaoshan moved incredibly fast and was right in front of the sleazy man in a flash. The guy couldn't even react before he heard a crunch, his nose broken by Wu Xiaoshan's fist.
"Aah!"
The piercing pain made the sleazy man scream in agony.
It took just one punch for Wu Xiaoshan to deal with him, then he turned toward the tattooed man.
A strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face, causing Wu Xiaoshan to frown.
No wonder these three were so arrogant; they were all drunk.