Top-class Bodyguard

Yu Qingquan was so scared that eventually she didn't dare to look anymore, burying her head directly into Ren Feng's shoulder.

"Okay, Qingquan, don't be afraid now, there are no more scary scenes. If you don't believe me, look." Ren Feng whispered.

Then Yu Qingquan lifted her head, saw there were truly no more scary scenes, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

The entire movie lasted about two hours, during which screams and intimacy coexisted.

When they left the cinema, it was getting a little dark. Just as they walked to a nearby alley, and Yu Qingquan was about to say goodbye to Ren Feng, suddenly, not far away, Yang Wei's gaze froze.

Damn, they finally came out.

"Tian, they're over there!"

He said to a group of hooligans beside him.

The leading hooligan was quite distinctive, with half black and half white hair, an earring, and he looked very carefree, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's him, brothers, hurry up, we still have things to do afterwards."

Tian took a puff and then exhaled the smoke, walking towards Ren Feng.

The hooligans also followed behind him, appearing rather roguish and unrestrained.

"Kid, you think you're tough, huh?"

Tian walked up to Ren Feng, surrounded by several hooligans wielding steel rods, instantly blocking both of them in the alley.

Yu Qingquan was a bit panicked, and Ren Feng whispered into her ear with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Yang Wei also walked over coldly, glaring at Ren Feng maliciously: "If I don't cripple you today, I'll take your last name!"

"No way," Ren Feng replied disdainfully, "I don't have a son like you."

"You!"

Yang Wei was infuriated, while Tian gave Ren Feng a scornful glance, looking down on him, as he's beaten many people like him before, posing no threat at all.

"Alright, tell me, do you want to keep your left hand or your right hand, I'll give you a chance to choose, don't say I, Tian Ji, don't play fair."

"Oh, I'll keep my left hand." Ren Feng said with a casual smile.

Tian Ji looked on with contempt: "Fine, then we'll cripple your right hand."

With that, he motioned for the hooligans to make a move.

"Wait a minute." Ren Feng stopped them, blinking: "I've thought about it again, I'll keep my right hand instead."

Tian Ji coldly replied: "Whichever you choose, you'll be able to pick later."

"In that case, I'll keep both hands then." Ren Feng grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Damn, are you messing with me?"

Tian Ji flared up, pointing a finger: "Get him for me!"

In an instant, the hooligans charged forward, slashing at Ren Feng.

Ren Feng sidestepped, lifted his foot, and directly kicked a charging hooligan, simultaneously spinning with Yu Qingquan to dodge the next attacker, landing a kick on them, sending both flying.

Yu Qingquan let out a small scream, her face showing panic, hugging Ren Feng tightly, while Ren Feng freed one hand, snatched a steel rod from a hooligan, blocking another blade, and with two continuous kicks, sent two men flying back.

With a flick of the steel rod in his hand, the handle flew straight into a hooligan, hitting him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Then Ren Feng spun around again, elegantly swinging, causing the two advancing hooligans to collide with each other, and with a cry, fall to the ground.

After that, Ren Feng lifted his leg and kicked the last hooligan away.