After completing his usual morning exercise, Tang Xiaoquan returned to the tent, panting heavily.

Wei Yang and Fangfang were not there, only He Jing was tidying up the room alone.

Upon He Jing's inquiry, Tang Xiaoquan learned that the two had gone to get the day's water supplies.

Considering He Jing was still working, and Tang Xiaoquan was drenched in sweat, he felt embarrassed to "pollute the air" inside the room, so he thought of going to Lao Lin and the others' tent to sit for a while.

Since all the brothers were over there, he figured they were preparing to "fight" over a few card games.

However, just when Tang Xiaoquan was about to get up and leave the tent, he unexpectedly heard the sound of a child crying.

"Wooo~"

"That's Fangfang... it's Fangfang's voice!" Before Tang Xiaoquan could react, He Jing, who had been sweeping the ground, suddenly dashed out frantically like being possessed.

Seeing this scene, Tang Xiaoquan dared not delay and hurriedly followed.

Fangfang was right at the entrance, her little legs bruised with a few bloody smears seeping through.

He Jing felt her heart about to shatter, and immediately gathered the tearful little Fangfang tightly into her arms.

"Oh, Fangfang, don't cry! Fangfang, be the best! Tell mommy, who is the big bad bully that bullied Fangfang?"

Fangfang was already feeling wronged and scared, and at this moment, seeing her mother, all the sadness in her heart poured out, tears flooding like a breached dam.

After crying for a while, she sobbed out a few words: "It's him, it's that bad uncle, he wanted to bully the big sister. I..."

"Buzz!"

When the words "bad uncle," "bully," and "Wei Yang" drifted into his ears, Tang Xiaoquan's entire brain buzzed.

Whatever little Fangfang said after that, he couldn't hear clearly; he only sternly asked for the direction and then dashed away like a wild horse freed from its reins.

"Hey! Little Tang! Wait, those people you..." He Jing's half-raised right hand froze in mid-air. She intended to tell Tang Xiaoquan that those so-called "bad people" were not people he should provoke, but he...

"Heh heh heh, missy, your brother just wants to invite you to the tent for a cup of tea, is there a need to be so serious?"

"Clap!" Wei Yang raised her hand and slapped away the little man's salty pig hand and sternly scolded: "Sir! Please show some respect! This is a public place! I'm not interested in having tea with you!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Little missy has quite a fiery temperament! Brother likes it, ha ha!" He let out another disgusting laugh, seemingly enjoying every bit of this.

But then his face darkened and he threatened: "I'm telling you, public place so what? Whatever I want to do, does anyone dare to stop me here?"

After saying that, the short man turned and glared at a man by his side:

"Hey, you! I ask you, any problem with me inviting this young lady for tea?"

The man, intimidated by the short man's tyranny, dared not dissent and immediately echoed: "No, no problem! What you're saying has absolutely no issue."

"Great!" Nodding in satisfaction, the short man then grabbed an old man and loudly questioned: "Old bugger, tell me, who is the boss here?"

"You... you are the boss here!"

"Hahaha!" The short man laughed triumphantly with arrogance written all over his face.

He basked in the feeling of being revered and worshipped by all, and after a moment of gloating, he slowly lowered his head, scanning Wei Yang's beautiful figure with a pair of burning eyes, and then greedily licked his lips and said: "See, missy, here, I am the boss! Whatever I want to do, no one can stop me! And no one dares to! Be sensible and obediently follow me back, serve me well, and you'll live the high life! Otherwise, hmph hmph..."

While speaking, the short man stepped closer to Wei Yang, almost to the point of forcing himself on her, just as a loud shout came from the crowd.

"Stop!"

The voice was cold and authoritative, like thunder in clear skies, striking the short man so hard he shuddered involuntarily.

"Who!" The short man scanned the crowd, seeing a slightly frail man slowly stepping out from among them.

Tang Xiaoquan stared intently at the man in front of him, speaking in a tone full of contempt: "You are harassing a respectable woman in broad daylight. A grown man like you, can't you find something better to do? Engaging in such despicable acts of forcefully taking women! Shameless enough to call yourself the boss here! I think the only thing you're the boss of is shamelessness!"

With class and grace, Tang Xiaoquan's words, although without a single curse, struck the short man's face with resounding slaps.

The short man flared up instantly; never before had he been mocked like this in public. Gritting his teeth, without any warning, he raised his arm and hurled it fiercely towards Tang Xiaoquan's face.

Perhaps Tang Xiaoquan's physical strength wasn't considered the best, perhaps his reflexes were one of the slower ones among his group, but regardless of how "inadequate" he was, compared to these scum lurking secure behind walls, he was still somewhat superior.

His body instinctively dodged to the side, and without any superfluous movement, after dodging, he swung his elbow and smashed it into the short man's back.

"Whack!" This elbow strike packed significant power from Tang Xiaoquan. The disrespect from the short man towards Wei Yang earlier had already simmered a degree of fury within him, so for people like this, Tang Xiaoquan wouldn't hold back. Given the chance, he would definitely bring them down like a storm sweeping through leaves.

Sure enough, missing his initial strike, the short man, having lost his balance, coupled with Tang Xiaoquan's powerful counterattack, stumbled and fell to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

"You bastard!" The short man struggled to rise from the ground, half of his face from the "intimate contact" with the ground was scraped raw.

The short man wiped his heated face, and upon seeing the bright red blood stains, his small sleazy eyes immediately turned sinister.

"Damn it, stinking brat! ** looking for death! Brothers, get him!"

In response to the short man's call, a few men, equally unattractive, charged out of the crowd one after another.

They surrounded Tang Xiaoquan in a fan shape, and Wei Yang couldn't help but shout in alarm: "Xiao Tang, you run!"

Run? In the past, Tang Xiaoquan might not have thought twice and would have run away.

But now, Wei Yang was behind him. If he ran now, what would happen to Wei Yang? Could he still live up to the word "man"?

With this thought, Tang Xiaoquan made the most "reckless" decision of his life.

He decided to use his fists to protect the safety of the woman behind him!

PS: Thanks to the book friend 150104001818224 for the reward last night, thank you!!

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