"Dare to hit our Brother Dao, are you tired of living, kid?"
"You're fucking seeking death!"
The gang of street youths bellowed and rushed towards Li Qianfan, throwing their fists violently at him.
But Li Qianfan moved through them with ease, like walking untouched through a myriad of flowers, easily dodging all their attacks.
At the same time, Li Qianfan struck out continuously, knocking each of the street youths to the ground with his fists!
In just a short moment, all the youths were lying on the ground, unable to move.
"Are you okay?" Li Qianfan asked Zhou Yue.
Zhou Yue could no longer hold back, and threw herself into Li Qianfan's arms, embracing him and crying her heart out.
Li Qianfan immediately felt two soft mounds pressing against him, and as Zhou Yue's body trembled, they rubbed against him slightly, giving him a shiver of pleasure and almost making him pitch a tent in his trousers.
