Endless Pampering Only For You

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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

This time, Despicable Quan brought ten of his lackeys over. Upon Feng Tianqi's arrival, the gangsters took out their weapons. Some carried truncheons while others brandished long knives.

The hooligans revved their engines while facing Feng Tianqi, making terrifying loud noises.

Brother Quan raised a hand and was about to command "Go!".

Suddenly, a tyrannical voice rang out. "Excuse me, even though Shangde extends its hospitality to its guests, we don't like gangsters. Please scram!"

Brother Quan's blood boiled.

"Who dares to speak like this!"

He turned his head to see who was so unafraid of death.

Yin Shaojie had no intention of hiding at all. At over 1.8 meters in height he was the center of attention.

Brother Quan thought he looked familiar. "You are?"

Contempt tugged at the corners of Yin Shaojie's mouth. "You're in my territory, yet you don't know who I am?"

A lackey by Brother Quan's side tapped him and leaned over. He whispered, "He's Yin Shaojie, the president of Shangde's Student Union, and he's also part of the Big Four—"

Before the lackey could finish his words, Brother Quan pushed him away.

"Aren't you just a the president of a student union? I thought you were someone! Pah! I hate student union presidents they most. You always love putting up an act and the sight of you makes me want to squash you! You two, deal with him."

Two thugs moved to the head of the group and revved their engines loudly as they drove towards Yin Shaojie.

Because one of them was holding a horribly long knife, the rest of the Student Union members moved back in fear.

Sunlight reflected off the sharp blade. It looked ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Yin Shaojie stared at the knife.

"Scared now? Do you want to be chopped into eight large pieces or shall I torture you slowly, slice by slice?" The person carrying the knife was brimming with arrogance and even guffawed self-importantly.

"Go!" Brother Quan commanded.

The two groups of people went for their respective targets.

It was then that Mu Xiaoxiao arrived at the crowd and she cupped her mouth in shock.

Her classmates looked at her and thought that she was worried about Yin Shaojie. Some people even discussed what Mu Xiaoxiao, as Yin Shaojie's girlfriend, should do.

"She has to rush up to help him, of course, to prove her love for him. Even if she can't be of any help, she'll be able to show off to Young Master Jie."

"That's too fake, no? Mu Xiaoxiao's so petite. If she rushes over and gets knocked over by a motorcycle, she'll die!"

"How can you think like that? Mu Xiaoxiao is only an ordinary girl too, so she must be afraid. Even though she's worried for Young Master Jie, she can't just rush over, right? There's nothing for her to do but to stand aside."

"Right. Have you not seen how red Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes are from worrying about Young Master Jie? I think she's going to cry."

Just then, everyone saw Mu Xiaoxiao wipe her tears.

"See, she's crying. She must be worried about Young Master Jie," someone said in a low voice.

"These people are so fierce and scary. It feels like the odds are against Young Master Jie's favor…"

"Shh, don't say anymore!"

Beside them, Mu Xiaoxiao was rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. She grumbled, "Why does sand have to get in my eyes right now?"

Upon hearing the sounds of dueling she blinked her eyes vigorously, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

Just as she opened her eyes, she saw Yin Shaojie flipping the long knife away from the motorcycle.