Tang Guihua just wanted to say a few more words when she saw the man in the striped shirt raise his hand to slap her.
In that split second, the man's hand was about to land on Tang Guihua's face, just a few centimeters away, but suddenly stopped mid-air.
Looking closely at his wrist, a young boy was holding it.
"Let go!"
The man in the striped shirt glared at Luo Yang and swung a fist at him.
Little did he know, when it comes to fighting, Luo Yang is an expert.
The man's fist hadn't even reached Luo Yang's face when there was a loud thud, and he was the one who fell to the ground first.
Looking at his face again, there were a few clear fingerprints, a mark left by a slap from Luo Yang.
At this moment, the two strong men standing at the door rushed in, lunging towards Luo Yang, thinking it was like an eagle catching a chick.
Little did they know, it was like a mosquito provoking a tiger.
