Chuzheng and the other three were all a little stunned by the shouting.
They simultaneously looked in the direction of the voice.
At the corner stood an old man, glaring angrily. Although he wore dirty clothes, his demeanor was somewhat intimidating.
"You little brats again! Picking on a young girl, what's wrong with you!"
The old man shouted aggressively, his voice echoing in the narrow alley.
The three boys' expressions changed upon seeing the old man, a mix of fear and hatred.
They weighed their options and in the end chose not to confront the old man head-on, begrudgingly glaring at Chuzheng: "Consider yourself lucky, let's go!"
The three boys quickly vanished from sight.
Chuzheng: "..."
No!
Come back!
I can fight!
I really can fight!
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as the three boys ran, the old man started coughing, clutching his chest. Gone was his earlier imposing image.
