Chapter 166: Like a little dog

The rogue looked up and saw that the person standing in front of him was actually a college student wearing a white shirt and jeans, looking harmless to humans and animals, just like a little milk dog.

"Heh, a kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, coming here to seek death?" He cracked his mouth into a smile and lifted his leg to walk forward.

However, the next second, before he could finish speaking, there was a "click."

The man's arm was actually snapped off!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man grimaced in pain and screamed. Seeing this, his lackeys behind him stopped beating Wang Yang, bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and brandishing the iron rods in their hands, they smashed toward Chu Yehan!

"Kid, you've got some skills, huh?!"

"Daring to touch our boss, today we'll let you know why flowers are so red!"

Chu Yehan didn't bring his lackeys today, he came by himself, but a mere seven or eight local ruffians were no match for him at all.

Chu Yehan didn't speak, just slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his sturdy and robust forearms.

The iron rod smashed over with the sound of wind.

Chu Yehan just flipped his wrist, accurately locked the opponent's wrist, and twisted it back—with a crisp "click," the thug couldn't scream in pain, and the iron rod fell to the ground with a "clatter."

Two others pounced from both sides; he dodged the iron rod on the left, and at the same time, his elbow hit the ribs of the person on the right, hearing a muffled groan, the person had already bent over.

The remaining people lost their footing, and their iron rods were swung without any method.

Chu Yehan's footsteps didn't stop; he either dodged sideways and grabbed the wrist to snatch the rod, or simply took a hit with his shoulder, then punched the opponent in the jaw.

In less than half a minute, the lobby was already covered with people, either with dislocated wrists or clutching their stomachs and groaning, no one could stand up anymore.

Chu Yehan only had a little skin broken on the back of his hand.

"I'm asking you, which one of you blind things touched my woman?!"

Hearing this, Shi Yi frowned with great annoyance.

What does "your woman" mean?

She had seen shameless people, but never anyone this shameless. When did this person develop such a delusion about her? It seemed she had to find an opportunity to completely cut off this thought of his.

"It's not... it's not me..."

"We... didn't touch... the woman..."

A group of rogues who were just arrogant and smashing things everywhere were now crawling on the ground like maggots.

Wondering in their hearts: Who exactly is this kid?!

Young, looking thin and small, never expected his strikes to be so ruthless?! This kung fu was also practiced, definitely not an ordinary person.

"Xing'er!"

Chu Yehan ran toward Shi Yi anxiously, and just then, a chill suddenly attacked from behind.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The rogue leader who had just had his arm dislocated by him, not knowing where he got the courage, picked up the iron rod from the ground with his other hand and swung it directly at the back of Chu Yehan's head.

Chu Yehan didn't expect him to be able to get up, and only dodged by instinct, but he didn't dodge it.

With a "bang!"

The iron rod hit Chu Yehan's forehead exactly.

"You're seeking death!"

Chu Yehan's head buzzed, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, his large hand gripped the man's neck tightly, lifting him like a little chicken.

His fingers applied force bit by bit.

The man's face turned red, then purple, and finally looked like pig liver, with a painful expression on his face, as if he were about to stop breathing in the next second.

"Um ah ah ah ah ah..."

The man's hands and feet struggled powerlessly.

Chu Yehan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot like a killing god from hell:

"Still dare to come and cause trouble?"

Those rogues knelt on the ground with a "thump, thump."

"Boss, we won't dare anymore, we really won't dare anymore! Please spare him!"

"That's right, we were wrong, we were really wrong, we guarantee we won't come again, please raise your hand and spare us!"

"Get out!"

Chu Yehan threw away the man who was about to stop breathing.

Seeing this, those kneeling on the ground hurriedly dragged the man who looked like a rag, carefully held the black-and-white portrait, and left in a dejected manner.

Chu Yehan only felt a flash of bright red before his eyes, and something slowly flowed down his forehead.

He wiped it with his hand, only feeling a handful of warmth.

Damn!

Really got my head cracked open!

Just then, he saw Shi Yi running to his front with a face full of anxiety, and then...

She brushed past him without any expression, and then knelt in front of another man.

"Wang Yang, are you okay?!"

Chu Yehan's vision went black, and a huge sense of dizziness struck him; he almost couldn't stand.

"Shen, Xing, Yao!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed word by word, "You wouldn't even help me up?!"

Shi Yi had no time to pay attention to Chu Yehan at all right now.

She came to Wang Yang's side anxiously and carefully helped him up from the ground.

"Wang Yang, are you okay? Are you seriously injured? Come to the consultation room quickly, I'll check you!"

Wang Yang stood up unsteadily and then gently pushed Shi Yi away. His mouth was broken, hanging with a line of blood, his face was beaten black and blue, his shirt was torn to shreds, and his back was covered in bruises.

"Sorry... I caused you trouble." He said in a low voice.

"Wang Yang, can you stop saying things like that? Do you still treat me as a friend or not! Let's go, I'll help you bandage your wounds first!" Shi Yi said anxiously.

Wang Yang, however, lowered his head and dodged to the side.

"No need, I'm also a doctor, I'll do it myself."

"Don't be stubborn! This isn't a joke, if your chest is hit by an iron rod, there's a risk to your life if there's internal organ damage!"

Shi Yi's tone was unquestionable.

Wang Yang had no choice but to sigh silently, letting Shi Yi pull him into the treatment room.

Just as the two passed by Chu Yehan, Shi Yi finally noticed the fresh blood on Chu Yehan's forehead.

Seeing the bright red blood constantly flowing down Chu Yehan's forehead, Shi Yi's heart also shook; she almost hadn't noticed when Chu Yehan had been injured?

That wound... indeed didn't look light.

However, he shouldn't die for a while.

"You wait here, I'll come to check your wound after I finish treating Dr. Wang Yang's wounds." Shi Yi said coldly.

Chu Yehan had originally thought that Shi Yi would definitely turn a blind eye to him.

After all, he was Shi Yi's enemy! He had personally taken one of her kidneys, causing her irreparable damage; no matter how Shi Yi treated him, he had no complaints.

However, he hadn't expected Shi Yi not to drive him away.

And even let him wait here.

Could it be... that Xing'er still felt a little bit of heartache for him?

Even if it was just a little bit of intolerance!

A warmth surged in Chu Yehan's heart, and he stood obediently in place, like a little dog:

"I see, I'll wait for you here."