His left hand was as swift as a poisonous snake, and he precisely grabbed the wrist of the other person's right hand that was reaching out to Xi Wanrong, and pressed down hard on the numb tendons on the inside of his wrist joint with his thumb.
At the same time, his right knee made a sharp sound and hit the opponent's defenseless soft abdomen like a sledgehammer.
"Ah--!" The burping man was caught off guard. He felt a sharp pain and numbness in his wrist, followed by a severe cramping pain in his abdomen. He screamed and fell to the ground.
This sudden counterattack happened in a flash! The scarred man next to him was completely stunned, and his hand raised in the air froze there.
Zhang Xuanhua's movements did not stop at all. The moment the burping man fell, he used the inertia of the forward rush to twist his body nimbly. His right elbow was like an iron spike. With all his strength, he fiercely smashed into the temple of the scarred man who had just reacted.
Bang!
There was a dull thud! Scarface didn't even make a sound, his vision went dark, and he fell straight to the ground, losing consciousness.
The whole process took no more than three seconds! The two drunks lost their fighting ability!
Xi Wanrong was as if under a spell, frozen in place, her high heels seemed to be nailed to the wet ground.
"Sister Wan... Wanrong..." His voice was tearful, full of fear and dependence. He staggered towards Xi Wanrong like a young animal seeking shelter.
"I was scared to death... They were so scary..." He held Xi Wanrong's arm tightly, his body still trembling slightly. He looked up at Xi Wanrong with eyes full of relief for surviving the disaster and complete trust.
Xi Wanrong froze in place, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe.
"Heh..." Xi Wanrong squeezed out a short sneer from her throat and suddenly shook off Zhang Xuanhua's hand that was holding her arm! The force was so great that Zhang Xuanhua staggered for a while before he could stand firm.
"Sister Wanrong? What's wrong with you?"
He pursed his lips tightly and his voice sounded extremely aggrieved.
"What's wrong?" Xi Wanrong stared at him, her eyes cold and sharp, filled with anger and scrutiny after being fooled. "Zhang Xuanhua, you actually lied to me."
She almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth.
"Lie to you?" Zhang Xuanhua tilted his head slightly, his face showing pure confusion and bewilderment. "Sister Wanrong, what are you talking about? I... I'm really scared..." He tried to get closer to Xi Wanrong again.
"Don't touch me!" Xi Wanrong shouted sternly, and subconsciously took a step back. Her high heels stepped on the slippery ground and she almost sprained her ankle.
"Tsk, how boring. Miss Xi, your reaction... is even more boring than Ning Xiuyan's." He stuffed his hands back into his sweatshirt pockets, his posture lazy and a little condescending, as if the "frightened deer" just now had never existed.
"Are you scared now? Or... do you feel like you've been tricked and are getting angry out of shame?"
The name "Ning Xiuyan" was like a needle, piercing Xi Wanrong deeply.
She understood instantly that Zhang Xuanhua had already known the purpose of her approach.
He was simply playing with her! Like a cat and a mouse! He treated her as a plaything just like Ning Xiuyan.
Xi Wanrong stared intently at Zhang Xuanhua's pretty face, which was now filled with malice and mockery, and gnashed her teeth: "Zhang Xuanhua! Have you been teasing me?! You knew what I wanted to do all along?!"
"Tease you?" Zhang Xuanhua laughed softly as if he had heard a huge joke. His laughter was particularly clear and harsh in the quiet alley.
"Miss Xi, where do you get this from?" He took a step forward, his posture as leisurely as if he was strolling in his own garden, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"You came up here yourself, didn't you? With your ridiculous, self-righteous ambitions."
His gaze was like an icy probe, sweeping across Xi Wanrong's face, which was carefully dressed but looked disheveled due to fear.
"Do you think you can really get into our circle with your looks and scheming?"
"Shut up!"
She suddenly stretched out her hand, and her sharp nails made a whistling sound as she grabbed towards Zhang Xuanhua's face, which made her hate and...
However, her wrist was firmly grasped by a cold and powerful hand a few centimeters away from Zhang Xuanhua's cheek.
"Xi Wanrong," his voice was low and dangerous, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression, "I don't hit women. But my patience is limited."
He suddenly shook off Xi Wanrong's wrist with such force that Xi Wanrong staggered back several steps, and her back hit the cold and dirty wall hard, leaving a stain on her expensive dress.
Xi Wanrong covered her painful wrist and looked at Zhang Xuanhua in shock.
Zhang Xuanhua slowly and methodically straightened the cuffs of his sweatshirt that had been wrinkled by Xi Wanrong, his movements as graceful as if he was polishing a piece of art.
He raised his eyes, his light blue pupils like cold glass in the dim light, without a trace of warmth in them: "Put away your dirty thoughts. Stay away from Ye Qingliu, stay away from Ye Fanshuang, and stay away from me."
He paused, his lips curled up in a faint, cold arc: "Otherwise, the next time I let you in, it won't be as simple as this dirty alley."
After saying that, he turned around with quick and decisive movements. In the dim light, his figure in the black sweatshirt looked like a ghost blending into the night, and he quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
Xi Wanrong was the only one left in the alley, leaning against the cold and dirty wall, gasping for breath.
She was finished. She knew she was completely finished. Zhang Xuanhua's final look frightened her even more than Ye Fanshuang's assessment. It was a declaration, an expulsion from a higher level.
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