"Oh, a little firecracker, huh?" The two men laughed heartily, "No problem, brother likes... ah..." The hand extended to tease her chin couldn't be pulled back, and the teasing voice turned into a scream.
Yang Miao had learned some martial arts from the teacher at the academy. Although not a master who could leap over rooftops and walls, it was no problem for her to handle a hooligan or two. At that moment, her delicate hand twisted the man's palm down to ninety degrees, her face taut: "Like what?"
"You damn girl..." The other man tried to rush in but was kicked in the stomach by Chun Feng, who made him bend over and clutch his belly with a groan.
"Beat you, filthy scoundrel." Chun Feng followed up, using the willow branch in her hand to whip him. She hated this kind of man the most, always bullying women, and seeing them, she just wanted to beat them to death.
"Auntie, we don't dare anymore..." The two men began to plead for mercy.
