Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Seeing Mo's father leaving, the young man did not ask anyone to stop him. He waved his left hand, and the thugs following him immediately dispersed, and twenty people surrounded Mo Chen.

Mo Chen was still half leaning against the wall. Facing these twenty thugs who came with ill intentions, there was always a slight casual arc on his handsome and fair face, without any sign of nervousness or fear.

"Mo Chen, you can't escape today!"

The young man looked fierce and shouted:

"on!"

At the command, the people surrounding him immediately started to act. They came here today specifically to fight, and they were fully prepared with weapons, including wooden sticks, steel pipes, and some even holding knives. They all rushed towards Mo Chen.

Seeing this, Mo Chen's eyes narrowed.

The hands folded in front of the chest moved slightly.

……

Outside the party hall, when Xu Jiang rushed over, he saw Lu Hong sitting on the ground alone. He looked dazed and seemed a little dazed. He kept muttering strange words like "protagonist", "impossible", "over" and so on.

Xu Jiang looked around and saw no one. He was entrusted by Brother Chen to protect his sister-in-law, and his main concern was Lu Hong. Seeing this, he stepped forward and kicked Lu Hong without hesitation: "Hey, Lu Hong, have you seen my sister-in-law... the school beauty?"

Lu Hong was startled.

The dull eyes gradually cleared up.

"Xu...Xu Jiang?"

He recognized him, the little brother following Mo Chen.

Xu Jiang didn't care whether he was dull or not. He had no good temper towards this man who wanted to compete with Brother Chen for his sister-in-law. He raised his leg and kicked him again: "I'm asking you, where is the school beauty?"

"Inside."

Lu Hong pointed at the hall with a shaking hand.

This Xu Jiang has always followed Mo Chen. Although he is not as scary as Mo Chen, he is never absent from fights, so he dare not provoke him.

"You should have told me earlier!"

Xu Jiang ignored him and walked towards the meeting hall.

He was not invited to attend this party, and the invitation letter in his hand was the one Mo Chen had just given him.

In the meeting hall, Lan Qian was looking for a quiet place to wait for Mo Chen to come back, when she suddenly saw a boy walking towards her.

Hmm...looks a little familiar.

[Host, this is the master's little brother, named Xu Jiang.]

The little dumpling devoured the system, and after eating and drinking his fill, he was lying in his little bed, feeling very comfortable.

"Sister-in-law...School Beauty Lan," Xu Jiang said with a smile, and his attitude towards Lan Qian seemed to be more respectful than towards Mo Chen. "My name is Xu Jiang, and I'm the one who has always been following Brother Chen. I was the one next to you when you were looking for Brother Chen last time."

He first introduced himself.

"Mo Chen asked you to come?"

Lan Qian asked.

Except for Mo Chen, her attitude towards other people has always been extremely indifferent.

"Yes, yes, Brother Chen happened to meet me when he was going out," he explained, explaining the purpose of coming here, "Brother Chen was worried that you might encounter some problems, so he asked me to come and take a look."

"That's right, I want to go find him too."

Lan Qian stood up.

She didn't want to wait here anymore and went to find him directly.

"Ah?" Xu Jiang was a little confused, "School Belle, you want to go find Brother Chen? This... maybe..."

Brother Shen didn't explain this matter.

He was also unsure whether Brother Chen wanted the school beauty to find him.

In case anything seems inappropriate...

"What, no?"

Lan Qian glanced at him indifferently.

Obviously, the look from the school beauty seemed casual and powerless, but Xu Jiang felt an unwarranted sense of oppression, just like when he was facing Brother Chen.

He was immediately shocked.

"Row!"

"Haha, of course, we'll go find Brother Shen now."

……

Outside the school gate, in the alley.

With a "bang", another gangster was knocked to the ground.

More than a dozen people had fallen to the ground, wailing continuously, and a few thugs were besieging a man nearby.

The young man in the center was agile and dodged the attacks one by one. However, due to the large number of people besieging him, his left arm was cut and bleeding.

But he seemed not to feel it at all, and his moves were still quick, sharp, fierce and merciless.

Seeing another younger brother falling in front of him, the young man finally couldn't bear it anymore and picked up an iron rod and went up.

"Mo Chen, go to hell!"

He hit him hard with a stick.

Mo Chen's dark eyes flashed, and he grabbed the steel pipe from the hand of the gangster who was attacking from another direction and fought back.

There was a loud "clang" sound.

The two iron rods collided with full force, with unprecedented shock force. The young man's hand was almost numb from the shock. He could not hold the iron rod in his hand and was shaken away by the force, falling to the ground with a clang.

The young man was also shocked and took a few steps back.

Mo Chen still held the steel pipe tightly in his hand.

"Mo Chen!"

The young man was unwilling to give in. He shouted with a sneer, "Do you know why we chose to come to you today?"

Mo Chen's expression did not change, and his hands did not slow down at all.

There were only a few brothers who could still stand up. If they continued like this, they would definitely lose. The young man realized this, so he deliberately provoked him with words to distract him: "Do you remember your girlfriend?"

"You've been out for so long, don't you worry about her? Maybe you don't know, but Lu Hong and I have an agreement that he will deal with your beloved girlfriend and I will hold you back. By now, I think Lu Hong should have succeeded..."

The voice has not fallen,

But Mo Chen's expression suddenly became very scary.

"What did you say!"

His voice, every word, was as cold as ice.

The pair of black eyes that had not wavered at all even though his arms were covered in blood, no longer had any trace of distraction. The dark eyes became gloomy and cold, and there seemed to be a dark storm rolling in the depths of his eyes, like a terrifying bloodthirsty abyss.