At that moment, a group of unruly youths carrying sticks and bats came stomping over, their target being the Chaos Stall. The stall owner saw the group and trembled, urgently saying to the two, "Quickly go, these hooligans are capable of any evil, they will bully you, just run." Yan Song narrowed his eyes, realizing it was already too late to leave. The youths formed an encircling stance around the stall. The leader of the pack, with a sharp chin and monkey-like cheeks and silver earrings, approached with a malevolent look in his slanted eyes. "Old Man Wang, changed locations, eh? Thought you could hide from us? Naive." The underlings behind him burst into raucous laughter. "Brother Hu, I beg you, please let me off. My little stall hardly makes any money, and at home, I have a paralyzed wife and a child that needs schooling. Please, spare me a lifeline," the elder’s deeply lined face pleaded, nearly ready to kneel before them. "Hmph, charging you protection money is for your own good, don’t think you’re suffering too much. Should we collect it ourselves, or will you hand it over willingly?" The stick tapped slowly against the ground, each sound tightening the heartstrings of onlookers. Old Man Wang struggled for a while, then helplessly took out a handkerchief full of money. Yan Song watched coldly, protecting Yun Ya behind him. Yun Ya peeked out from behind Yan Song, angrily muttering, "These gangsters are too much." Yun Ya’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was crisp enough for the group to hear every word clearly. Brother Hu then noticed the youth standing to the side, as if the voice came from the girl standing behind him. That voice... Brother Hu’s lips curled into a sinister smile. "There’s a girl too," he said, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. Yan Song’s eyes darkened as he looked at the men as if they were dead. Brother Hu, feeling the chill in those eyes, tensed up, then sneered. No one had ever dared to act wild in front of him unless they were tired of living. "Hey, kid, is this your girlfriend?" he asked with malicious intent. Yun Ya clutched tightly at the hem of Yan Song’s clothes and whispered, "Brother Yan, there are so many of them, can you really beat them?" Yun Ya poked her head out a bit to count the number of heads. There were at least eight or nine people, each swollen with muscle, clearly seasoned fighters. Beginning to worry, she wished she hadn’t eaten at a roadside stall. "Brother Hu, they are just customers, don’t trouble them, let them go, I’ll give you money," Old Man Wang trembled as he spoke. Brother Hu snorted coldly, "Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost." Taking the handkerchief out of Old Man Wang’s hand, he found only one-yuan bills, the highest denomination being ten. A thick stack it was, still unclear if it even added up to a hundred yuan. With a face of stormy fury, he threw the money at Old Man Wang’s face, saying, "You think you’re giving alms to beggars?" Coins scattered about as he aimed a kick at Old Man Wang’s stomach. With narrowed eyes, Yan Song picked up a pebble by his foot and hurled it at Brother Hu’s leg which was in mid-kick, causing him to yelp in pain and fall to the ground, cradling his foot. "Who? Who the hell ambushed me?" Brother Hu got up with the help of his underlings, his leg throbbing and weak, as he looked around suspiciously. One of the lackeys pointed at Yan Song and said, "Him, I saw with my own eyes him throwing a stone at Brother Hu’s leg, he’s the one who did it." Brother Hu glared at the tall and handsome young man, biting his teeth in anger, "If I don’t beat you until you cry for your father and mother, I’ll take your surname." With that, he waved his hand, "Get him." The group swarmed towards Yan Song, swinging their clubs and sticks. Yun Ya, facing such a spectacle for the first time, clung tightly to Yan Song’s clothes. Yan Song took off his jacket, draped it over Yun Ya, put the hood on her, and pushed her into a corner, gently stroking her hair, "Wait for me, be good." Anxious, Yun Ya looked at him, "Brother Yan, be careful." Yan Song touched her face with a smile, "Just watch how amazing your boyfriend is." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novｅlfire.net Turning around, his tall figure stood like a mountain in front of Yun Ya, bringing a deep sense of tranquility to her heart. Yan Song launched a kick that sent the leading man flying two or three meters, falling to the ground unable to rise up again. The ferocity of that kick caused the others to hesitate, then grit their teeth with malicious intent, and screamed as they charged at Yan Song. In the midst of the enemy ring, Yan Song’s agile and imposing figure showed no sign of defeat; instead, his solitary and frosty aura filled these so-called seasoned fighters with a deep chill from the bottom of their hearts. With one kick after another sending them flying, a snatched stick broken in a counter move, in the blink of an eye, bodies lay scattered on the ground, Yan Song’s attacks were ruthless, leaving the men with no chance to rise again.