Chapter 1275: Narrow Encounters for Bitter Foes

“It’s not her fault…”

It was that girl.

She was trembling with fear, yet she still protected Nan Jiaojiao.

“I was the one who offended you, and I already apologized.

If I said something wrong, I apologize for that too, but this is the Li Family’s grand banquet, causing such a scene here is inappropriate…”

“She’s lecturing us!”

The group of men burst out laughing.

“Didn’t we already say?

Our Young Master Bo has taken a liking to you.

As long as you serve him well, we’ll forgive you.”

“Yeah, it’s just a matter of closing your eyes and spreading your legs.

Why did you have to run into our Brother Bo of all people?

He’s in a bad mood today and had to take it out on someone.”

“At least our Brother Bo likes your looks; he’s not after your life.

Why make a fuss?”

Song Yuan was shaking all over, both ashamed and angry, biting her lower lip hard, “You can’t…

I-I can give you money.”

“Money?”

It seemed like they heard a joke.

“Do any of us look like we need money?”

The man speaking walked over to grab Song Yuan’s shoulder.

Nan Jiaojiao peeked through the gaps between someone’s fingers.

The girl’s face was pale, her eyes filled with tears, looking so pitiful it easily aroused one’s urge to protect her.

Nan Jiaojiao never admitted to being a macho, but she often did things like standing up against injustice.

Just as she lifted her hand, Song Yuan pressed it down, whispering close to her, “Don’t get physical, you can’t beat them.

Hurry up and leave…”

She gave Nan Jiaojiao a forceful push backward.

Nan Jiaojiao, following Song Yuan’s force, grabbed her wrist and twisted the hand that was just about to touch Song Yuan’s shoulder.

“Ah!!!”

Does she know martial arts?

Bo Yichen’s eyebrows twitched.

He looked over swiftly.

His face was covered with bandages, the scar was long, and due to non-cooperation during initial treatment, he ended up with more wounds; his head was wrapped like a mummy, leaving only one eye exposed, and even half of that was covered with bandage.

He couldn’t see others’ faces clearly when they were right in front of him.

Nan Jiaojiao moved swiftly, her hands and feet never idle, one hand always holding Song Yuan’s while the other coordinated with her feet, every move she made was effective.

Her moves were particularly unsophisticated.

Either kicking Xiao San’s legs or slapping faces.

For her, taking on four or five men was as easy as handling chicks.

Bo Yichen desperately wanted to see her face clearly, but his vision was blurry, and her swift movements left only a lingering fear in his heart.

He had never felt this way before.

He couldn’t even hide his fear, pointing a trembling finger at Nan Jiaojiao, “Catch her!

If I don’t finish her off tonight, I’m not Bo Yichen!”

Who?

This time Nan Jiaojiao heard it loud and clear.

Talk about a narrow escape!

Without a moment’s hesitation, she was ready to rush forward and start a fight.

Suddenly, her hand was pulled back.

The force was dragging her down, pulling Nan Jiaojiao back.

She turned to see Song Yuan clutching her chest, her face pale as paper.

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, feeling a little annoyed by the girl’s interference, but she didn’t actually shake her off and instead gave her a supportive hand.

Who would have thought, just as she bent down, someone suddenly pushed her from behind.

Trapping her and Song Yuan into a room.

Voices of trash taunting them came through the crack of the door.

“Think you can fight?

You should find out whose turf Capital City is!”