Brother Hu had not expected this kid to be such a good fighter, and for a moment he was somewhat shocked, but now so many of his brothers had been taken down by him, if he ran away now, where would his authority be in front of his brothers in the future. Yan Song narrowed his eyes, sizing him up, then curled his lips in disdain. That look deeply provoked Brother Hu, who secretly cursed under his breath, picked up his stick, and limped towards Yan Song. Yan Song dodged left and right, clearly toying with him. A back kick, a reverse hook punch; he was clearly showing off his skills. He was impressively stylish, and Yun Ya "giggled" with laughter, her crisp laughter echoing under the night sky, ethereal and pleasant, further stimulating Yan Song. "Brother Yan is so cool, beating all the bad guys down." Yan Song stepped on Brother Hu’s back, turned his head, and gave Yun Ya a smirk, lifting his eyebrows. Yun Ya covered her mouth and screamed, just like a fangirl, her eyes filled with sparks and admiration, which Yan Song found very satisfying. Yan Song stepped down hard, "With your mediocre skills, you also want to rob and steal. Go back and practice for a few more years." "Who are you? State your name, I will make sure you pay for this." The back of Yan Song’s foot twisted viciously on his back, and as he listened to the other’s pig-like screams, he scoffed, "You’re not worthy of knowing my name." The old man squatted down, trembling hands picking up the ritual money from the ground, his eyes wet with tears. Yun Ya ran over to help him pick it up, "Old man, don’t be sad, Brother Yan has driven away the bad guys, nobody will bully you anymore." The old man sighed, "If there is a first and a second, there will be a third. People are too many; if one is driven away, more will emerge. How can earning an honest livelihood by selling a bowl of wontons be so difficult?" Yun Ya was at a loss for words. The old man looked up at her, stunned by such beauty for a moment, then smiled, "Young lady, thank you and your boyfriend for this. This meal is on me." Yun Ya said cheerfully, "Helping out where there’s trouble is what we should do, and besides, the old man’s wontons are so delicious, I want to eat them every day." Yun Ya narrowed her eyes and asked, "Old man, do they come every day? Don’t the police care?" At this point, the old man seemed incredibly sad and angry, "These people are capable of all evils, they’re the gang leaders of this area. They specifically target street vendors, demanding ’protection’ money. Those who don’t pay get their stalls smashed. At first, some people called the police, but as soon as the officers arrived, they’d run away, and later they would come back to retaliate even more viciously. And I’ve heard that they have connections inside the police station, even if the police show up, they just go through the motions without actually doing anything." Scoundrels and thugs are numerous in every city, uneducated and hoping for easy pickings, extorting the hard-earned money of ordinary people, a true scourge on society; and with the police shielding them, their audacity is boundless. Yun Ya helped him up, her voice soft, "Don’t worry, old man, no one will ever ask you for ’protection’ fees again. Nobody has the right to demand your hard-earned money." The old man didn’t take her words to heart, thinking she was just comforting him, "You’re a good person, girl." Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet Just then, the sound of police sirens suddenly rose. In the blink of an eye, a police car zoomed in, and the old man’s frown deepened, "Now we’re in trouble, the cops are in bed with them." Two uniformed officers got out of the police car, with batons in hand, and towards the three of them, "Fighting and causing trouble, all stand still." Yan Song chuckled coldly, kicked Brother Hu, and walked over to Yun Ya, taking her small hand in his large palm. "Officer Li, it was this person who started it. You must stand up for us," said Brother Hu with a mournful face. Officer Li glared at him, signaling him to be patient. The bad guy strikes first, huh. That so-called Officer Li was in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, with a plump figure and a face that oozed slyness. He was called a police officer, but looked more like a butcher. Just looking at that face, you could tell he was up to no good. Officer Li’s gaze swept over the two, and he ordered the junior officer behind him, "Call Xiao Zhang over, take all these people back to the station for me." "Yes." The younger police officer ran to one side to make the call. "You three, come back to the station with me for questioning," he said, pointing at Yan Song, Yun Ya, and the old man who stood dumbstruck to one side. "Officer, this has nothing to do with these two, they are just my customers. If you’re going to take someone, take me, it really has nothing to do with them," the old man stood up to defend them. Officer Li ignored what he was saying, opened the car door, and turned his head, glaring fiercely at the two, "Do I need to invite you?"