"Scram!"
Yang Qi couldn't stomach hearing such words. Zhao Yuman was a very pure girl, and he didn't want this scum of society to corrupt her.
Hearing Yang Qi, the burly men's expressions turned sour.
"Kid, you're really pushing it," one of them sneered. "It's your lucky day that we've taken an interest in your woman. And you have the audacity to tell us to scram? Brothers, did you hear that? This kid told us to get lost."
The man waved over his friends from the other table. The other diners in the hot pot restaurant were terrified. Some ran off without even finishing their food, but they were too curious to leave completely, choosing to watch the commotion from a distance.
The group of burly men stood up and swaggered over. They sized up Yang Qi, noting his fair, clean-cut features and the striking white tracksuit he wore. He looked as immaculate as a spirit untouched by dust, which made them think he would be an easy target.
