Xia Feng understood the general situation after hearing Yun Yan's introduction.
Wasn't this just a rich young master?
He wondered how many girls in the hospital this man had played with. This type of person was clearly someone who liked a new face for every encounter.
Now that he had turned his attention to himself, Xia Feng decided he would play along with him properly.
"She's my woman, you can get lost. You still have a chance to leave before I get angry," Xia Feng said, then took the opportunity to pull his hand away, not wanting to continue enjoying this attention.
He then naturally slung his arm around Yun Yan's shoulders, deliberately doing it for Zhao Jinhua to see.
Since Yun Yan had already said those words, Xia Feng certainly wouldn't undermine her; if they were going to act, they had to commit.
Seeing Xia Feng put his arm around her shoulders, Yun Yan naturally wrapped her arms around his waist. Xia Feng felt a sense of bittersweet helplessness.
Had he just escaped one pitfall only to fall into an even bigger one?
Yun Yan had no idea what Xia Feng was thinking. She was thoroughly enjoying the current sensation.
Even though it was fake, she still found satisfaction in it, and she felt it was worth it to seize this opportunity for some closeness.
Zhao Jinhua saw Xia Feng tell him to get lost, and that he wouldn't have another chance to leave.
How could he tolerate this humiliation?
And it was happening in front of his goddess. Zhao Jinhua wouldn't let Xia Feng off the hook, even if it meant his life. Zhao Jinhua's eyes turned red as he pointed at Xia Feng and the two men beside him, saying, "Brothers, help me beat this idiot to death."
Zhao Jinhua took the lead, charging directly at Xia Feng.
The two men behind him also charged forward with Zhao Jinhua.
Zhao Jinhua had learned Taekwondo for two years. The flashy moves were useless, but he always thought he was very skilled.
Luo Hanxiang and Yun Yan, seeing Zhao Jinhua actually make a move, screamed in fright and instinctively stepped in front of Xia Feng, wanting to shield him from Zhao Jinhua.
They knew Xia Feng was wealthy and had high status, but they didn't know he was also a capable fighter.
Out of concern for Xia Feng's safety, both women resolutely stood before him, wanting to protect him from harm.
Seeing this, Xia Feng gently pushed them aside. Just as Zhao Jinhua was about to reach him, he lifted his leg and kicked him flying.
The two men behind him, seeing Zhao Jinhua sent flying, froze on the spot, afraid to move.
The fact that Xia Feng could kick someone flying was something they had never encountered before. They didn't dare to advance.
After all, this was Zhao Jinhua's problem, not theirs.
"Jinhua."
In unison, the two men quickly turned and ran towards Zhao Jinhua, who was lying on the ground.
Zhao Jinhua saw stars and almost passed out.
His stomach ached so much that his lower body was numb, and his eyes were starting to roll back.
The two men helped Zhao Jinhua up, one pinching his philtrum and the other rubbing his chest, completely engrossed in their efforts.
Yun Yan and Luo Hanxiang's mouths hung open as they watched the astonishing scene before them.
They had just witnessed Xia Feng kick Zhao Jinhua flying with a single kick. What kind of strength could deliver such a blow?
They saw that Xia Feng wasn't particularly strong and looked rather frail, yet the strength he displayed was so formidable.
The two women exchanged glances, seeing a signal in each other's eyes: He truly is the man we admire.
Zhao Jinhua took a while to recover before pulling out his phone and starting to make a call. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Xia Feng with fierce intensity as he warned him word by word:
"Kid, you're dead. You're dead."
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