The three young men looked at the man holding Nan Zhi.
They saw a man with a cigar in his mouth, wearing a black shirt with three buttons unbuttoned. They could also vaguely see his firm muscles, his slightly rolled sleeves easily displaying his strong arms. Raising his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, giving a faint, yet arrogant smile.
Nan Zhi was very close to Mu Sihan and she hardly needed to look back because she knew it was him when she caught a whiff of his masculine breath.
"Who are you? What business do you have with us hitting on a girl?" The young man who was in the lead, demanded aggressively. This man was challenging him! Who did he think he was?
Mu Sihan smirked and his voice was deep and strong. "It seems like you drank too much. I will sober you up." After he finished speaking, he raised his long leg and kicked the young man in the abdomen.
The young man flew backwards and crashed into the ground.
