Yet even so, Young Master Meng still had no intention of backing down. His expression was resolute as he stepped toward his opponent.
His words left no room for doubt, "If you want to make a move on her, you'll have to step over my dead body..."
This was not an empty threat or intimidation; Meng Shaotao's tone was very calm, he was simply stating a fact.
Because of Chen Tang, the cohesion among his group of friends was astonishing. Meng Shaotao believed that if he were to be severely injured and fall unconscious on the ground, and if Shui Qingrou happened to be by his side, she would make the same choice.
To protect a comrade in arms and not hesitate to sacrifice one's life, anyone from the core ranks under Chen Tang's command could do it.
"Then you… go to die!!"
The opponent's face twisted fiercely, full of disdain, and with a loud roar, he suddenly stomped forward and threw a punch at Meng Shaotao.
"Boom!"
"Pugh..."
