As he spoke, the guy raised his hand, reaching towards Qingluan's face.
Song Xiaodong didn't hesitate and shouted loudly, "Stop!" while grabbing a stone and skillfully throwing it at the guy.
Now that Song Xiaodong has reached Great Perfection, even a casual throw carries considerable power. Sensing a strong gust coming at him, the guy didn't dare to catch it head-on and swiftly retreated.
Taking advantage of the situation, Song Xiaodong dashed forward and stood firmly in front of Qingluan, shouting, "Where did this bastard come from, daring to make a move on my woman."
"Damn, turns out it's a young brat." The guy dodged the stone, saw Song Xiaodong, and immediately cursed with widened eyes.
Song Xiaodong could now clearly see the opponent, a man around fifty, not tall, very thin, with sinister eyes. His gaze gave a chilling feeling to anyone who met it.
"Old man, scram early, or don't blame me for killing you!" Song Xiaodong puffed out his chest, yelling fiercely at him.
