Why the profound rage? Why such unease?
Perhaps Yang Gang himself didn't understand.
Nevertheless, he had never, not once until now, felt such a strong desire to protect someone.
In his twenty years of living, he had few people he could call close. His foster father-the old conman, Su Xiaoxi, his best friend Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu's sister Zhang Miao, and Gu Xiaorou. But they were all strong, and they didn't need his protection.
And so, over the years, Yang Gang had never felt an urge to protect anyone special.
This was his first time, ever, that he desperately wanted to protect a woman.
A cold glint flashed in Yang Gang's eyes. He slightly leaned forward, and then with a powerful push from his right foot, he catapulted himself several meters forward, quickly disappearing into the night.
If anyone saw this, they would undoubtedly be left with their mouths agape. His pace had easily surpassed the human limit.