The young man in plain clothes had brows like a painting, and his eyes were like black pearls that seemed to gather sunlight, but at this moment, those eyes exuded a chilling coldness as he helped up Widow Liu's son.
The twelve-year-old boy's face was covered in blood, but there was still a stubborn look between his brows. He thanked the young man in plain clothes and staggered over to help Widow Liu.
Huang Liuhu's gaze fell on the young man in plain clothes. His enraged expression was momentarily dazed by the youth's extraordinary appearance, but he quickly snapped out of it and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and grab that rascal!"
His three companions, as if waking from a dream, immediately surrounded him. Inside, shadows flickered, and the sound of punches echoed endlessly. Was it... a fight?
