"I'll fight you to the death!" he roared, craning his neck.
Zhang Yang looked down at the guy, whose face and neck had turned red, and honestly found the whole thing rather speechless.
Could this really be blamed on him?
Besides, this guy had been the one to start cursing. That was his fault.
Near the nightclub entrance, groups of young men emerged from the club. One of them was the one who had gone to fetch help.
"Fuck, you dare lay a hand on Brother Peng!"
The group of young men surged with outrage, each of them rubbing their fists as they charged over, all assuming that the guy on the ground had suffered some tremendous injustice.
Wang Luyao, the true culprit, stood to one side, her pretty face turning pale. She was genuinely starting to panic.
"What, you want to gang up on me?" Zhang Yang stood where he was and glanced around.
Five or six tall young men glared furiously at him, as though they were about to surround him the next second.
"You hit someone's boyfriend after hitting on his girl?"
"What the hell?! You think being handsome makes you so great? Today, we'll make sure you know who we are!"
The young man who had gone to fetch help jogged over and first helped Wang Luyao's boyfriend to his feet.
"Brother Peng, are you okay?"
"Cough, cough! I'm fine, I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." He waved a hand. Seeing his girlfriend standing in the distance without moving at all, his hands trembled with rage.
"Wang Luyao, you're just going to stand there and watch me get beaten?"
But Wang Luyao did not even look at him. Instead, she jogged over to Zhang Yang's side.
"Zhang Yang, I'm really sorry. I've