"Let go of Wen Ying!"
Tang Ming was furious, clutching his fist as he charged towards the group.
Slap!
Before he could get close, he was smacked away by the earring guy: "Trash."
"You, you!"
Tang Ming was completely stunned by the hit, his mind went blank, and his eyes were bloodshot. Yet, he was not afraid, struggling to get up, he shouted: "Brothers, there are just two of them, what are we afraid of?"
"Yeah, what are we afraid of?"
The other male classmates were greatly encouraged and walked over to stand with Tang Ming.
This scene moved Zou Wenying deeply, tears of emotion welled up in her eyes.
Only now did she realize that Tang Ming, who she had always deemed insignificant, was actually someone with such courage.
Compared to him, Zhou Jing was like night and day.
"Hmph, you want to bully the few with many, come on then!"
The earring guy shouted, pulling out a butterfly knife from his waist, a vicious look flashing across his face, making everyone tense.
