He Chang'an Backs Down
Xia Yue's expression changed when she heard He Chang'an's words. She had never expected He Chang'an to set his sights on her.
She immediately hid behind Jiang Chen in fright, hoping he would protect her.
"Shameless! How could you be so vile?" Xia Yue snapped.
"Heh heh, you've got some spirit. In a moment, you'll find out whether I'm vile or not." He Chang'an gave a lecherous chuckle.
The other guards wore wicked grins as well, completely ignoring Jiang Chen. The title of Tianshui City's City Lord was enough to intimidate most people.
Once He Chang'an had finished savoring her, they would get their turn. This wasn't the first time they had done something like this.
"You're simply courting death. Looks like you won't learn your lesson until you've suffered a bit." A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.
Jiang Chen stretched out one hand and waved it. He Chang'an was sent flying.
Jiang Chen had slapped He Chang'an from across the air. A single burst of force was enough to leave He Chang'an powerless to resist.
"Ah!" He Chang'an let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying dozens of meters, a palm print appearing on his face.
"Young Master! Young Master!" Several guards were horrified when they saw He Chang'an get struck. If anything happened to He Chang'an, they would have a miserable time.
The City Lord had ordered them to protect He Chang'an, because he knew what He Chang'an was like. He was prone to causing trouble, so two Martial Saint Realm experts had been assigned to his side to protect him and keep him from suffering losses. Combined with the City Lord's reputation, ordinary people simply would not dare provoke He Chang'an.
They hurried over and helped He Chang'an to