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But Mo Yichen on the other side was obviously much calmer.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. You..." Mo Yichen's green eyes swept across the teenagers in front of him one by one, "Even if you add them all up, you are still not my opponent."

As soon as Mo Yichen finished speaking, Han Xiaotu knew that they were bound to die.

Looking at the yellow-haired boy and his friends on the opposite side, all of them were so angry that their faces turned green.

Sure enough, the next second Huang Mao went berserk.

"Give it all to me!"

The yellow-haired boy waved his hand, and the companions behind him rushed towards Mo Yichen and Han Xiaotu.

At that moment, Mo Yichen reacted quickly and threw the two cups of drinks in his hand forward vigorously. The splashed liquid scattered and splashed on the opponent's eyes. When everyone wiped them in a panic, Mo Yichen's voice It was clearly remembered in Han Xiaotu's ear again.

"three!"

Hearing Mo Yichen's words, Han Xiaotu, who had been in a daze since just now, just paused subconsciously, then as if thinking of something, immediately turned around and ran away.

But at that time, Mo Yichen stood there motionless, like a soldier, facing the siege of those gangsters.

For Mo Yichen, who grew up in South Korea and practiced taekwondo since he was five years old, and now has a third-degree black belt, he didn't pay attention to the flamboyant fists and legs of these little gangsters.

Within a few minutes, the group of unscrupulous teenagers who swarmed up and wanted to beat Mo Yichen to the ground were all quickly beaten to the ground by Mo Yichen, each of them clutching different parts of their hands and wailing incessantly.

Mo Yichen stood in the middle of the crowd, his tall and thin figure was like a male protagonist who came out of a comic, handsome and unbelievable.

The gap in strength between them was so great that they had never touched the hem of Mo Yichen's clothes together.

The yellow-haired boy in the lead fell at Mo Yichen's feet at this moment. Mo Yichen smiled slightly, and stepped on his face in an instant.

"Let's just say you don't have the ability~ I warned you."

That overly delicate and beautiful face is becoming more and more vivid and charming at this moment, shining with an incomparable and unrestrained light, it is clear that he has made a big deal with the other party, but at this moment, it is as ordinary as if nothing happened.

However, these overly relaxed and mischievous words were even more a disguised insult to the yellow-haired boy who was once arrogant and domineering just now.

However, having seen how powerful Mo Yichen was, the blond-haired boy no longer dared to be rampant.

"Big brother, spare me, the little one is wrong! The little one has no eyes! I beg the big brother to let the little ones go!"

At Mo Yichen's feet, the blond-haired boy shivered with snot and tears, fearing that if Mo Yichen was unhappy, there would be more bruises and scars on his body.

"Hehe." Mo Yichen's laughter was clear and mischievous, but the right foot that stepped on the yellow-haired boy's face was pushed from side to side quietly and forcefully.

Below, came the unbearable low wail of the yellow-haired boy.

"Then get out of here."

The next moment, Mo Yichen withdrew his feet, his faint smile remained on, but his green eyes were extremely cold.

Seeing this, the friends of the yellow-haired boy immediately got up and helped up the yellow hair that was already in pain on the ground, and disappeared from Mo Yichen's sight in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Han Xiaotu, who was running desperately forward without stopping for a moment according to Mo Yichen's words, suddenly stopped in her tracks.