"Who the fuck are you?"
Zhang Wenbo's arm was suddenly seized by Yan Moshan. Startled, he looked to see a young man, not very old. In an instant, his face turned livid with bulging veins, and he glared fiercely at Yan Moshan, "What's it to you, fuck off meddling where you're not wanted?"
"Who I am isn't important, but I can't stand seeing a grown man bullying a girl! Is this how you act as a brother? Hitting your own sister, how are you any different from a beast?"
Yan Moshan firmly grasped Zhang Wenbo's arm, trying to reason with him. He didn't want to get involved in a family matter, but he couldn't just stand by and watch. He felt obliged to step in and help the father and daughter, or he would have regrets.
"You dare curse me? Sixth, what are you guys standing around for? Kill him for me!"
As Zhang Wenbo bellowed, a group of young punks with yellow-green dyed hair rushed over, picking up chairs from the ground and approaching Yan Moshan, while cursing: