This scene resembled a martial arts performance on the internet.
So crisp and decisive, so strong and domineering, that Zoe Li was left stunned, her heart trembling violently, her beautiful face overflowing with astonishment.
"Han—Han Dong?"
"How is he so strong? It's like his fists and feet can stir the wind!"
Zoe Li couldn't help but grip her backpack straps tightly, feeling both shocked and bewildered.
"Qian—Qian Ge?"
Kyle Gao was even more dumbfounded, his legs turning to jelly as he watched the terrifying scene unfold before him.
Pa-da.
Pa-da.
Under the dark night sky, on the dimly lit street, Andrew Han walked step by step toward Kyle Gao, like an unstoppable torrent crushing everything in its path.
Meanwhile, Ken King, collapsed on the ground, was still dazed, unable to react.
"Kyle Gao."
Andrew Han's face showed disappointment as he said calmly, "So these are the helpers you found, taking advantage of my duty day to get revenge on me? Weak, far too weak."
What?
Helpers? Revenge?
Ken King, limp all over, shook his head twice, forced himself to ignore the ringing in his mind, and barely managed to lift his gaze to Andrew Han: "Kyle Gao asked me to help him get back at a guy... Is it this one in front of me?"
A misunderstanding!
A huge misunderstanding!
Ken King bit his lip, on the verge of tears, shaking his head and muttering, "I just wanted to meet a pretty girl."
Pa-da.
Andrew Han stood before Kyle Gao, his gaze fixed on Kyle's bewildered face. With a cold expression, he grabbed Kyle's hair and slammed his head against a nearby tree—thud!
He couldn't be bothered to speak, nor did he give Kyle Gao a chance to defend himself or beg for mercy.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Andrew Han's left hand was like iron, gripping Kyle Gao's long hair and smashing his head against the thick tree trunk five times. The dull thuds echoed down the deserted street, sending chills through Ken King and making Zoe Li's eyes widen in shock.
There was... something vaguely familiar.
Zoe Li involuntarily furrowed her brows, gazing thoughtfully at the calm and indifferent Andrew Han.
She bit her lip tightly.
At certain moments, martial strength was the only way to solve problems. Just like now, what she insisted was a misguided path of martial arts shone with dazzling brilliance, making her unable to open her eyes.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Andrew Han's left hand was as solid as steel, continuing to press Kyle Gao's head and slam him against the tree, dozens of times in rapid succession, before finally stopping his rough actions.
Kyle Gao, my classmate.
Andrew Han said softly, "Don't provoke me again. My temper is bad... Do you understand?"
Huff.
Huff.
Leaning against the tree, Kyle Gao felt utterly weak, barely able to stand. His mind was muddled, unable to form coherent thoughts.
Actually.
He had just asked Ken King to help him get revenge on Andrew Han, but before the plan could be carried out, he ran into Andrew! Sometimes fate can't be forced.
Crash!
Andrew Han's gaze was cold as he stepped forward, grabbing Kyle Gao's hair and pressing his head against the tree. In a calm, measured voice he said, "Don't provoke me again. Do you understand?"
Mm... Mm-mm.