Girls' School Security Guard

"Hey, you two big guys picking on a drunken beauty, aren't you ashamed?"

Yang Yifeng patted the Green Hair's shoulder and asked with some disdain.

Green Hair was in a great mood today, having thought he'd just have some fun at the bar, but unexpectedly, he'd run into such a beauty, and even managed to successfully seduce her.

Thinking about the wild time the three of them would have later that night, Green Hair grew excited.

However, just then, the meddlesome Yang Yifeng came out of nowhere, which really pissed off Green Hair.

"Damn it, what I do is none of your fucking business! Get lost if you don't want to die," Green Hair said, looking very annoyed with Yang Yifeng.

Red Hair, too, gave Yang Yifeng a fierce glare, his eyes radiating a threatening vibe.

Yet, for Yang Yifeng, who was used to life under gunfire and shrapnel, these two were like weak babies, posing no threat to him at all.

"Kid, did you eat shit tonight? I can smell your bad breath from this far away," Yang Yifeng said, fanning the air in front of his nose with a disgusted look on his face.

Hearing Yang Yifeng's words, Green Hair's face turned very ugly.

"Damn it, I think you're asking for it. Don't you know who Green Hair rolls with? Fuck! Trying to act tough with me, I'll fucking ruin you!" Green Hair shouted, clearly very irritable, perhaps from eating too much shit.

After he finished speaking, he swung his fist towards Yang Yifeng's head with full force, as if one punch could knock Yang Yifeng down.

At this moment, the young men and women in the dance floor also witnessed the scene, each one stopping their gyrating hips to watch the excitement.

After all, such things happened often in bars, with a few going down every now and then, and the regulars had developed a good mindset for watching the commotion.

Watching Green Hair's punch coming, Yang Yifeng easily raised his palm and slapped it away.

Although Yang Yifeng struck after, he was still faster, and his slap landed heavily on Green Hair's frail face.

"Slap!"

Despite the booming music in the bar, the crisp sound of the slap was still heard by many, showing just how hard the slap was!

When the sound echoed, Green Hair's misery was complete, as he spun twice in place before crashing hard to the ground.

Seeing Green Hair down, Red Hair also froze for a second, seemingly not expecting the usually ferocious Green Hair to be taken down by Yang Yifeng so easily.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!" Red Hair snapped back to reality and let go of the beauty in his arms. In his hand now was a sharp spring-loaded knife!

Gripping the spring-loaded knife, Red Hair charged at Yang Yifeng, stabbing fiercely at his abdomen with lethal intent.

Seeing this, Yang Yifeng's eyes turned a few shades colder.

With so many people watching, Red Hair dared to pull out a spring-loaded knife, which showed how vicious this kid usually was.

Thinking this, Yang Yifeng's left hand shot out, quickly gripping Red Hair's knife-wielding wrist.

Red Hair tried hard to break free from Yang Yifeng's grip, but Yang Yifeng's hand was like a solid iron clamp, unyielding to any struggle, not allowing the slightest movement forward!

"You get down too!" Yang Yifeng said fiercely.

The next moment, Yang Yifeng's right hand rose, swinging a hard slap across Red Hair's face.

"Slap"

The crisp sound of a slap rang out again, and just like Green Hair, Red Hair sorrowfully collapsed to the ground, clutching his face and rolling around; after all, Yang Yifeng's slap was too fierce.

"Not old enough yet you think you can mess with society, do you think being a thug just requires not being afraid to die? You need brains!"

Yang Yifeng contemptuously scolded these two, before finally helping the staggeringly drunk beauty, who looked like she might fall at any moment.

Looking at the beauty by his side, Yang Yifeng didn't think much of it and supported her as they headed towards the outside of the bar.

It was only now that the young men and women on the dance floor regained their senses.

Yang Yifeng's actions had shocked them profoundly, leaving them collectively stunned.

Yang Yifeng naturally didn't bother to pay attention to those shocked fellows; he had already helped the drunk woman out of the bar.

"Hey beautiful, where's your home? Let me take you back,"

Yang Yifeng couldn't help saying.

"Take me home? Hmph, you men just want to take advantage of me, don't you? I won't tell you where I live!"

The drunk woman mumbled confusedly, her eyes seemingly too lazy or too weak to open.

Hearing this, Yang Yifeng was taken aback for a moment. What the hell was this all about? I've got standards when it comes to picking up women from bars, alright? At least it should be consensual, right? I'd be really bottom of the barrel to hook up with a drunk woman like you!

Yang Yifeng grumbled to himself.

"Fine, if you won't tell, then just come with me."

Yang Yifeng said somewhat despondently, having thought he would vent a little at the bar and relax with a woman in the evening, but ended up encountering such a character.

The drunk woman seemed about to fall asleep and didn't respond to Yang Yifeng's words.

Seeing this, Yang Yifeng resigned himself to be a modern day Lei Feng, supporting her to hail a taxi.

Just at that moment, about seven or eight youngsters approached, led by a fat man.

The guy was shirtless, exposing a corpulent body, and his somewhat bloated face had a scar as long as a finger, which made the fat man seem somewhat ferocious.

Around his neck hung a gold chain as thick as a little finger.

As he walked, the gold chain swung back and forth, as if it were something to show off.

"Scar, it's him, this guy ruined my game and beat me up!"

Just then, a shouting voice came from Green Hair, who ran out of the bar covering his face.

"Fuck, you dare to mess with Scar's people? Got a death wish?!"

Seeing Green Hair come out, Scar was quite annoyed, as if not giving him face was akin to seeking death.

At this time, Yang Yi naturally saw this group of people and heard their conversation.

"There's always a fool every year, but this year seems particularly abundant."

Looking at the leader, Scar, Yang Yi muttered in his heart.

By now, Scar, with his posse, had already approached Yang Yi, and the seven or eight youngsters surrounded him.

"Kid, you're the one who hit my man?"

Scar sneered coldly as he glanced sideways at Yang Yi.

"Yeah, I hit him. Also, I'm not in a very good mood right now, so you'd better get lost, or your fate won't be much different from Green Hair's."

Spreading his hands, Yang Yifeng's words began to grow impatient.