Han Jing had lost all hope, but when she saw Tang Feng walk in, she became agitated.
She struggled continuously.
"Tang Feng, save me."
She still remembered him, although they had only met a few times. Among the few women Han Jing had come into contact with, Tang Feng was one.
"You're courting death, get the hell out of here," the young man holding Han Jing winked at the two muscular men beside him.
The two men, understanding the cue, stood up and walked towards Tang Feng.
"Leave immediately, and Young Master Huang might overlook this."
"Step aside," Tang Feng commanded coldly, and the two men fell to their knees with a thud.
This—
Young Master Huang was startled by the sight. These were the super bodyguards his family had provided him with, their abilities almost equaled those of Cultivators.
How did they get restrained by the young man in the blink of an eye? He felt unsettled.