"You two, don't leave tonight." A voice came from the theater, and then seven or eight young people dressed as students came out. The two ticket sellers were among them, and their eyes were circling around Han Xiaohan and Tang Rou. If their eyes could turn into knives, their clothes would have been cut into countless pieces by now.
"Does it require you to care whether we leave or not?" Tang Rou glanced at the other party and said in a bad tone.
Among the seven or eight people, a young man with yellowish hair and golden glasses, who looked very refined, smiled up and cast a hooked gaze over Tang Rou. He turned around and asked, "Who is she?" The two students selling tickets hurriedly answered, "She is Tang Rou." "Oh! So you are the school beauty of the Art Academy. You are worthy of your reputation, haha!" The yellow-haired young man laughed, and a frivolous look suddenly appeared in his eyes. "Who are you?" Tang Rou had no impression of him, but his eyes and smile made her feel ashamed and angry.
"You don't need to remember my name, just remember my body." The yellow-haired young man stared at Tang Rou's chest rising and falling, and a wave of heat rose under his body.
His words made everyone around him laugh, and they dispersed and surrounded Han Xiaohan and Tang Rou in the middle.
Just by listening to their breathing and watching their steps, Han Xiaohan knew that they had not learned martial arts, but were just a group of ordinary young people. He did not take them seriously at first, but the lustful eyes of the group of people made him unbearable. "Enough!" He sighed and looked up at the moonlit night with his hands behind his back, and said faintly: "I can take what you just said as a joke."
"Take it as a joke? Why?" A small-eyed young man who was closer to him stared at his handsome face greedily, and asked with a smile while stroking his sparse black beard.
Han Xiaohan smiled and shook his head, "I don't want you to crawl away from here."
"Haha!" As soon as these words came out, seven or eight young men burst into laughter. The yellow-haired young man raised his eyebrows, licked his lips, and laughed: "Don't worry, I can guarantee that tomorrow morning, you will definitely 'crawl' away. Haha!" "Do you still have any shame?" Tang Rou was furious, her face flushed with anger, but in the eyes of the people around her, she became more and more charming and beautiful, making people feel itchy. "Don't talk nonsense with them. If someone passes by, the fat meat at your mouth will fly away." The companion next to the yellow-haired young man said impatiently.
"Yes!" The yellow-haired young man nodded, thinking it made sense, and said to everyone, "Let's drag them into the theater first."
Everyone agreed and rushed forward. Tang Rou's heart trembled. This was the first time she had seen such a scene. She was secretly anxious and subconsciously moved closer to Han Xiaohan's arms. She felt the soft and boneless body in her arms tremble slightly. Looking at the eyes of several people who were about to spit fire, Han Xiaohan narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Fortunately, he only clenched his fist instead of spreading his five fingers. A tall and thin young man rushed the fastest, stretched out his hand to pull Tang Rou's clothes, and the other hand went to her slender waist. Knowing that the other party would never give up if he didn't take action today, Han Xiaohan moved his feet slightly and turned to Tang Rou in an instant. Before the tall and thin young man could see what was going on, he had already grasped the front of his clothes in his hands and lifted them up. The young man suddenly flew into the air, his body flying sideways. Han Xiaohan took a step forward and swung his arm to punch the young man the moment he fell. He didn't use any luck for this punch, and he only exerted 50% of his strength. Even so, it was enough for the young man to bear. "Plop!" With a sound, the tall and thin young man fell on the concrete floor, holding his stomach, rolling on the ground, and howling continuously. Han Xiaohan did not stop, and then spun around, and came to the front of another young man who rushed forward, stretched out his hand and pushed him, and it was not seen how hard he pushed, the young man lost his balance, screamed, and flew backwards. He fell quickly, but Han Xiaohan was even faster, and rushed out, and before the young man landed, he had already caught up, raised his leg and kicked the young man in the chest, and there was another "thump" sound, and the young man's body hit the steps and bounced to the ground, groaning weakly twice, and then there was no movement. It was said to be slow, but it was fast. Han Xiaohan's series of actions were as fierce as a dragon and as fast as lightning. It only took a blink of an eye to knock down two people.