Evan Lin glanced at Yolanda Fang, nodded slightly at her, and flashed a grin.
Thank you.
Seeing the smile on Evan Lin's face, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple flickered in Yolanda Fang's heart.
After speaking, Evan Lin turned away, his smile instantly fading.
Lynn Chen helped the fallen Jason Zhao to his feet.
Jason Zhao's face was badly swollen.
Stay behind me.
Evan Lin spoke softly, didn't look back, and strode forward.
Keep up, keep up!
The Brightsea No. 1 High boys who'd been beaten to the ground and couldn't get up for ages now seemed to suddenly come alive. One by one, they shakily climbed to their feet, terrified of being left behind by Evan Lin.
Lynn Chen, supporting Jason Zhao, stuck close behind Evan Lin; Sisi Shao hid behind Lynn, and Yolanda Fang gripped a wine bottle, her face full of caution.
Simon Li, who'd just been stepped on by Boss Long, seized the chance and scrambled up like a dog.
Blood streamed from his nose, but he didn't have time to wipe it—he just hurried to catch up with his classmates.
Evan Lin led the way up front. In the corridor, more than thirty black-clad enforcers blocked the passage.
They all carried steel pipes, and most had tattoos on their exposed arms.
These guys were the backbone of Imperial Grand Karaoke Club—over thirty of them, each burly and intimidating.
The Brightsea No. 1 High students behind Evan Lin turned pale at the sight.
The enforcers, seeing Evan Lin walking straight toward them, showed a flicker of surprise in their eyes.
No one expected Victor Yu to call in so many men just to deal with a teenager who looked barely old enough to drive.
Evan Lin looked so young and tender, his frame seeming almost too frail to withstand a breeze.