When the small gangsters looked at Liu Chen again, every face was full of shock. Clearly, this young man was not easy to deal with. Although they had earlier experienced Liu Chen's prowess, they hadn't expected him to be this formidable.
In the ensuing battle, Liu Chen ghosted among the crowd like a phantom. By the time he slowly walked out of the alley, the multitude of small gangsters behind him suddenly felt as if their pressure points had been released, the clatter of dropping steel knives and pipes echoing on the ground.
"Miss, it's best for a girl not to flaunt her wealth so easily." If it weren't for the sweet and delicate looks of the girl in front of him, Liu Chen probably wouldn't have said a single word more and would have left directly.
Liu Chen couldn't help but shake his head secretly with a bitter smile. His flaw of loving beautiful women was impossible to correct, and he no longer knew how many romantic debts he owed.