"Ahhh."

Xuxu heard the man's groan, and she gave an involuntary shudder. She wound her hands around his waist and whimpered. "Yan Rusheng."

"Be good and go to the side." Yan Rusheng gently nudged Xuxu and smiled at her in reassurance. Unknown to Xuxu, he had swiftly extended his leg and aimed another kick.

The hooligan who had tried to splash boiling soup on Xuxu earlier on suffered another one of Yan Rusheng's kick. He was rolling on the floor.

In a flash, Yan Rusheng appeared next to him. He then stepped on the man's hand with one foot, while the other stepped on his head.

"Ahhh…"

The man shrieked in agony. He writhed like a snake on the floor.

Yan Rusheng exerted more force and the man's ear-splitting scream intensified.

"Let me go now! Let me go!"

Yan Rusheng squatted and looked at him with menace in his eyes. He hardened his expression. "Open your eyes and take a good look at me."

"I know you, Third Master Yan!" The hooligan begged and repeatedly pleaded. "Third Young