Chen Lin stepped forward, keeping both girls safely behind him.
He stared coldly at the blond idiot courting death before him and said flatly, "Don't you understand plain language? I told you to get lost!"
"Baka yarou!"
Yamamoto Taiken roared. His masculine pride had never been trampled on like this before. Without warning, he raised his fist and swung viciously at Chen Lin's face!
A cold glint flashed in Chen Lin's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced.
Though he moved second, he struck first. A moment before the fist could reach his face, his hand shot out like lightning and seized Yamamoto Taiken's wrist.
Then he applied a little pressure.
Crack!
The crisp sound of shattering bone rang out clearly along the quiet Sakura Avenue!
"Aaaah!"
Yamamoto Taiken let out an agonized scream. Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and his entire face contorted with pain.
"Taiken!"
The other two Japanese exchange students cried out at the sight and charged at Chen Lin from either side.
Chen Lin didn't even turn his head or spare them a glance. He simply kicked backward twice.
Thud! Thud!
Two dull sounds of impact rang out almost simultaneously.
The two Japanese exchange students, so aggressive a moment earlier, flew backward screaming. They rolled several times before stopping, clutching their stomachs and groaning in agony, unable to get up for a long while.
The whole thing was swift and clean, over in the blink of an eye.
Chen Qianqian and Zhang Ruoxi stood stunned. All they saw was a blur of movement, and all three swaggering Japanese men were already on the ground.
Just then, two stylishly dressed young women hurried over from nearby. From the looks of it, they were Yamamoto Taiken's companions.
Seeing Yamamoto Taiken clutching his broken arm and wailing in agony