"It's you, brat!"
Only then did Huyan Junkai and the others notice Su Chen, remembering that he was the youth they had beaten at the market earlier.
"You little bastard, you dared to provoke the Ninth Prince again and again. You're courting death!"
The lackeys behind Huyan Junkai instantly revealed savage expressions and rushed forward together, intending to knock Su Chen to the ground.
Liu Yue had not known that Su Chen had clashed with Huyan Junkai before.
Seeing this, her pretty face turned deathly pale, and she hurried forward to shield Su Chen.
She pleaded bitterly:
"Ninth Prince, he is my only little brother. Our mother is seriously ill and still depends on him to support her. Please do not beat him again!"
Seeing her pitiful, heart-stirring appearance, Huyan Junkai gave a lecherous laugh.
"We refined gentlemen are not people who enjoy using force!"
"Since you have spoken, then forget it... All of you, stand down!"
With that, he waved his hand, and the group of lackeys immediately retreated.
Afraid that Su Chen would provoke Huyan Junkai again, Liu Yue hurriedly turned around to persuade him.
"Su Chen..."
A streak of black light flashed before her, and then she felt her neck tighten. The words at her lips were forcibly swallowed back down.
Huyan Junkai slipped a black collar bound with iron chains around Liu Yue's neck and yanked it hard.
"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and move!"
"Yesterday, it ended after just a few lashes. That was terribly unsatisfying!"
"This prince has several new ways to play that I wish to discuss with you in depth. Do not waste this fine time, hahaha!"
As he spoke, Huyan Junkai summoned a massive one-horned demonic horse.
He leaped onto its back and dragged Liu Yue behind him as he rode away.