"Guys, this little punk is all yours to handle now, teach him a good lesson!"
The bald man unveiled a sly grin, pulled out two thousand yuan from his pocket, and handed it to the leader of the gang, a blond thug with a thick gold chain.
Taking the money, the blond patted it in his hand and nodded, "Don't worry, Baldie, the boys will loosen his muscles for you. We'll make sure this punk can't get out of bed for a month."
"Heh heh, kid, you wanted to play the hero to save the beauty, right? Now I'd like to see how you're going to save her?"
The bald man rubbed his sore chest, his face revealing a sinister cold smile as he looked at Ye Xuan with a fierce gaze.
Ye Xuan boastfully said, "Really? Open your damn eyes wide and see clearly! I've been a professional hero saving beauties for a hundred years. I'll show you a thing or two that'll make you forget your own mother."
"Still talking tough when death's at your door, boys, get him."