The man with glasses, realizing Yang Fei was watching him, wasn't intimidated by his threats.

He did back away slightly, putting more distance between himself and the beauty.

However, the other men weren't so particular.

Everyone took advantage of the increasing crowd to move closer to the beauty, pressing nearer and nearer.

Yang Fei couldn't stand it anymore.

He walked over with a swagger, deliberately poking towards the beauty's side.

His angle was extremely clever.

Not only did he block the two men, but he also saw the slight movements of the other two guys.

The man with glasses flared up immediately.

He violently pushed Yang Fei, "What are you squeezing for? What do you want to do?"

Yang Fei laughed, looking at him mockingly.

"I should be asking you that, what exactly do you want to do?"

The other three men, seeing Yang Fei's lack of "manners,"

joined in with the man with glasses, shouting.

"Yeah, what are you squeezing for? You trying to steal the spotlight?"

"My shoe got dirty because of you, pay up!"

"You wouldn't be trying to take advantage of this beauty, would you? I've been watching you for a long time."

...

A bunch of guys playing the thief yelling 'catch the thief,' drawing quite a crowd.

Meanwhile, other unrelated people quickly stepped aside.

Around the few men, a large circle suddenly cleared.

It was unclear how they managed to make space.

Yang Fei let out a bitter smile, mulling over how common it was these days for people to turn black into white.

But these people were just ordinary individuals, no match for a mere finger from Yang Fei.

Yang Fei had no need to resort to violence.

Sometimes, the attitude of the strong towards the weak was extremely generous.

Just as an elephant doesn't care about an ant's provocation.

Yang Fei was pondering whether he should call the police and have Feng Cai'er handle this.

Just then, the beauty in the white coat snorted through her nose.

Yang Fei clearly heard the beauty mutter under her breath, "Useless."

Instantly, Yang Fei got fired up.

In times like these, righteous heroes like him were rare.

Who the hell is useless?

After speaking, the beauty patted Yang Fei's shoulder, indicating for him to move aside.

Although Yang Fei did not understand the beauty's intentions, he stepped aside nonetheless.

The beauty beckoned the man with glasses with her finger.

The man had never seen such a stunning beauty before.

Seeing her beckon, his heart instantly began to race.

He happily stepped forward two steps.

Wham!

The beauty suddenly struck, landing a heavy right hook on the man with glasses' chin.

The man in glasses felt pain, his teeth clamped shut, and he even bit his tongue.

He immediately cried out, stumbling backwards.

Yang Fei chuckled, surprised that the white-collar beauty also had some moves.

However, from Yang Fei's perspective, the beauty's skills were not very impressive.

Her breathing was heavy, her steps disorderly, completely without technique.

Her skills were amateur at best, probably having attended some Taekwondo training classes.

"How can you hit people like that? Is that reasonable?"

"Yeah, why are you hitting people randomly? Explain yourself, or you're in for it."

...

Several men crowded around her.

The white-collar beauty, cornered on one side of the subway, stood alone.

Unfazed, the white-collar beauty snorted and assumed a boxing stance.

"Don't think I didn't see your sneaky moves, I've captured them all on my phone."

"Today is the day I clean up your act, sending you guys to the police station."

This statement startled the men.

All eyes were glued to the sling bag on her shoulder, unable to help themselves.

Everyone saw it clearly, the woman had placed her cellphone inside the sling bag.

If they could snatch the cellphone amid the chaos, they would eliminate the evidence.

She had hit someone first, and no amount of talking could win against the crowd.

"You wretched woman, slandering while you hit people; I must show you who's boss," one man yelled.

"It's outrageous, hitting someone and yet you argue you're right, let's deal with this young lady together!" another exclaimed.

...

Three or four men had made up their minds and moved towards the white-collar beauty.

The white-collar beauty threw a punch.

However, this time, the men were prepared.

They easily dodged or blocked the beauty's punches.

The white-collar beauty's high-pressure leg came chopping down, her posture fierce.

However, it was caught by one of the men who twisted her ankle and pushed it back.

The beauty lost her footing and crashed into Yang Fei.

She almost knocked Yang Fei over.

Yang Fei had no choice but to wrap an arm around her.

His body spun slightly to dissipate the force from the beauty's retreat.

The beauty's body fell into the crook of Yang Fei's arm.

She suddenly looked up, meeting Yang Fei's leisurely gaze.

Startled, she burst out angrily,

"Are you a pig? Don't you see these men bullying a woman?"

Yang Fei, holding her, lazily smiled.

"I do see, but with your ability to fight, why would you rely on a man?"

"Keep it up, I believe in you."

The beauty was furious.

She couldn't fathom it.

How could there be such useless men in this world?

The man still holding the beauty's ankle sneered triumphantly.

"How about it, lie down for your master?"

He yanked hard, causing the white-collar beauty's upper body to lie in Yang Fei's arms, and she screamed.

Yang Fei chuckled: "You have legs, why don't you kick?"

After saying this, he slapped her right thigh heavily.

At the same time, Yang Fei infused Dark Force, targeting her Solar Deity nerve.

The beauty felt a searing pain.

With a start, her bent leg kicked out reflexively.

This kick was unusually powerful.

Her right leg not only broke free from the man's grip but also kicked forcefully into the man's lower abdomen.

The man yelled, clutching his belly.

His face turned crimson as he crouched down in pain.

The white-collar beauty turned back, glowering at Yang Fei.

"What are you doing… How dare you, let go of me," she demanded.

Without a word, Yang Fei released his hold.

The white-collar beauty, unable to maintain her balance on one foot, yelled as she toppled backward.

She was about to fall flat on her back.

Yang Fei took a step forward and caught her with a sidelong scoop of his right arm.

The beauty glared furiously.

Yang Fei helped her up: "See, in the end, don't you still rely on me?"

Just as the beauty was about to say something, Yang Fei pointed ahead, his face filled with panic.

"Not good, here they come again."

Two men charged ferociously towards them.

Yang Fei's right knee nudged the back of the white-collar beauty's knee while he pushed her elbow,

forcing the white-collar beauty to step forward into a bow stance, delivering a straight punch that hit right into the smarmy man's solar plexus.

Both the smarmy man and the white-collar beauty yelled out.

The smarmy man clutched his chest, falling to the ground, his face turning pale with pain.

Meanwhile, the rebound force left the white-collar beauty's fist tingling painfully, and she drew sharp breaths.

The other two men grew vicious.

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