Chapter 532: What He’s Worried About is That Person
Shang Yu squeezed her hand in his palm, the damp, cool touch seeming to smooth out the tumult in his heart.
The Knight Squad of the Earl’s House had already driven everyone else away from the square.
Feng Yi strode forward and came to stand beside Shang Yu, speaking with an indescribable sense of exhaustion, "Zong Yue, that’s about enough."
At this moment, Zong Yue’s confrontation with the black gang leader had become completely one-sided, an overwhelming beatdown.
The method of punch after punch landing on flesh had beaten the towering giant of a man over one meter ninety into utter submission.
Just seeing her move would reflexively make one double over with hands protecting their head and legs shielding their groin.
Zong Yue only felt her blood boiling, and the sounds around her gradually faded into the distance, as if she had returned to the Military Department, sweating bullets under the pouring sun at the training grounds.
Until—
Feng Yi couldn’t watch any longer; he stepped forward and with a single hand pressed on Zong Yue’s shoulder, his slight force easily breaking her momentum, his cool voice sounding over her head, "Stand properly for me."
Zong Yue was panting heavily, her hair sticking to both sides of her face. It took her a good while to come back to her senses and look up at Feng Yi, "Uncle, when did you get here?"
Feng Yi’s temple throbbed twice, and he slapped the back of her head, "Go wipe your hands, I’ll take care of the rest."