Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"The best remedy to the tightness in one's chest is beating the crap out of someone," Mo Fan murmured to himself, rising to his feet.
Zhao Manyan smiled. He casually lit a new cigarette while looking at the rather good-looking girl toward the back of the group with a perverted look. He was curious why a girl with an unworldly temperament like her would be hanging out with these lowly rascals.
Mo Fan did not use his magic. It was just a little brawl. He gave the man with the headscarf a punch to the face, stepped on the foot of the young man with a perm, and slapped a guy wearing spectacles in the face...
Mo Fan took them all out in just a few rounds. He felt a lot better.