Three men stared at Fang Yi, some with a fierce grin, others with a cold sneer, their eyes clearly harboring ill intentions toward Fang Yi. Meanwhile, Zhou Qing spoke up from the side, "Handsome boy, having a sense of justice these days isn't a good thing. I advise you to leave quickly, so you don't suffer."
Fang Yi chuckled and replied, "Sorry, but my sense of justice is overflowing. No advice can deter me."
Zhou Qing's face stiffened, and then she signaled the three men with a look.
The understanding men, one of them walked straight toward Fang Yi, reaching out to grab Fang Yi's collar, intending to teach Fang Yi a lesson. However, before the man's hand could touch Fang Yi's collar, Fang Yi suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it in a reverse hold.
The man immediately knelt on the ground, screaming in agony.