Everything that happened here was witnessed by another group locked in a standoff not far away.
The thugs who had been surrounding the high school students exchanged uncertain glances.
'Should we stop them or not?'
'If we stop them, we'll probably get beaten up. But if we don't, the boss hasn't said anything.'
In that moment of hesitation, Zhao Rui had already carried Zhao Ke and gracefully floated away. His movements were incredibly elegant, as if he were riding the wind itself.
The high school students glanced at one another, each seeing a mixture of surprise and embarrassment in the others' eyes.
This was especially true for the Level 5 Martial Arts Student, whose humble words had carried a hint of showing off.
Back on the bus, he had been quite proud, speaking with great confidence about his own Martial Arts skills.
But now, here they were, cornered by a few thugs and completely helpless.
