The night was dark with a fierce wind, a frail scholar was surrounded by three hulking brutes, naturally feeling extremely nervous.
If one word could describe Duan Feixue's mood, it would be panic.
If two words were needed, it would be very panicked!
When he saw these men harassing a passing decent woman, his mind got hot, and before reason could take hold, he had already rushed over to block them, standing in front of the poor girl.
Now the girl behind him was softly sobbing in fear; he wanted to run but couldn't.
These three men looked too murderous, clearly not good people, and upon seeing Duan Feixue's slender frame, they burst out laughing.
One of the men laughed out loud, "You think you can play the hero?"
Another said, "Where is the hero? He looks more like a coward!"
The whole group laughed heartily.
Duan Feixue braced himself, saying, "In broad daylight, under the bright sky, you guys..."
