Tang Yue stepped forward to help, but her limited martial arts skills were fine against ordinary men, not so much against seasoned fighters.
Previously, the oily, slick-faced man who had been following Xie Ziyue rushed forward and said, "Young Master, let me help you."
That oily, slick-faced man was even less capable than Tang Yue. Him rushing in only meant getting beaten, but it did buy Xie Ziyue a bit of time.
Xie Ziyue appeared gentle, but his moves were anything but sluggish.
"Who are you guys."
"Don't kick my stomach."
The oily, slick-faced man cried out in pain while being beaten, and all that could be heard in the midst of the five-person melee were his screams.
The two men saw they couldn't take Tang Yue with them, exchanged glances, and quickly retreated.
"They finally left." Tang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, approached Xie Ziyue, saw his once neat grey suit now dirty, and said with an apologetic tone, "I'm so sorry for causing you trouble."
