Listen to what I'm saying.
The young master, waving his fan, said with displeasure, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"
"I don't care who you are, I don't care who your father is!"
My words undoubtedly angered him, and he called his men to attack me.
I don't know any martial arts and I'm wondering what to do.
A deep voice rang out: "Gentlemen, what are you doing?"
Looking up, I saw a man dressed in Western Region clothing walking towards us. He looked to be around twenty years old, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion. Although his skin wasn't fair, he was quite good-looking.
The young man waving his fan rolled his eyes at him: "None of your business!"
He ordered his men to stop the man.
He reached out and pulled me.
I slapped his hand away.
This infuriated him: "You shameless bastard!"
He slapped me.
Just when I thought I was going to get beaten up today.
Suddenly, the man from the Western Regions flew up in front of me, intercepted his hand, and twisted it hard, causing him to beg for mercy in pain.
"roll!"
He drove them away.
He helped me.
I was very grateful to him and looked at him, saying, "Thank you, sir, thank you for your help."
Upon hearing this...
He said expressionlessly, "You don't need to be so polite with me. I'm the owner of this restaurant. How can I not care if someone is causing trouble here?"
What.
Is he the owner of this restaurant?
When I came to my senses, he was already gone.
My sister came out of the backyard just as he was leaving. She ran over and asked, "Sis, what happened? What's wrong?"
I didn't hide anything from her and told her the truth about what had happened before.
After hearing this, my sister clenched her fist and said, "It's a good thing I wasn't here, otherwise I would have beaten them to a pulp."
"Alright, alright, hurry up and eat, then we'll go back."
I pulled her down to sit.
It seems like we were destined to meet again.
Not many days later.
When we went out to play again, we ran into the same man who had touched me inappropriately before. The difference this time was that he was with two other young men.
When we saw them all surrounding us, we realized they were birds of a feather.
They were undoubtedly homosexuals, and they preferred men who looked fair and delicate.
pity.
They didn't know we were women.
I don't know either.
I'm awesome.
Crackle, crackle.
I beat them so badly they were black and blue, and they got up and ran away, never daring to fight me again.
Watching their panicked figures disappear into the distance, I said in a loud voice, "Don't let me ever see you again! Every time I see you, I'll beat you up!"
I thought they would stop after this incident.
Who would have thought?
They still haven't given up.
That day.
We went out to play when several black figures descended from the sky and blocked our way.
Seeing that their martial arts skills were not weak, my sister said to me, "Sister, if I tell you to run, then you run."
No, I can't leave you!
I'm not leaving no matter what.
My sister had no choice but to deal with the five men in black in front of her.
My sister's martial arts skills are decent, but the others are not weak either. In a fight against five opponents, my sister started to fall behind after a while.
Worried that something bad might happen, I shouted, "Help! There's a fire here..."
My mother said we shouldn't shout for help directly, otherwise no one would care.
As expected.
When I shouted that, a lot of people came, but they all ran away as soon as they saw me.
I:"……"
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