Saved by Hao Ping

  Dusk slowly shed its thin clothes like cicada wings, and the evening was just putting on its hazy evening dress when the black curtain fell.

  A dark and narrow alley, vaguely visible with over a dozen black shadows...

  "It's you again." said the young man who was knocked out by Butterfly Heart at noon.

  The butterfly's heart was close to the wall, she had been surrounded already.

  "What are you proud of? Believe it or not, I'll beat you until you're defeated and humiliated!"

  "Then let's see who beats whom until they're defeated and humiliated!"

  The young man pointed the stick at Butterfly's heart, and a dozen or so thugs pounced on him like hungry tigers.

  At this time, Haoping was wandering aimlessly on the street and inadvertently heard several loud noises. Haoping turned his head to see a dozen young men fighting with a girl. A sense of justice surged up, and Haoping shouted loudly: "Hey! Ten against one, what kind of hero is that?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen heads turned around in unison and looked at Haoping.

  "Who do you think you are?" one of them yelled, brandishing his stick. Before Haoping could open his mouth, Die Xin cautioned him, "Thanks for the kind intention! But you'd better not show off!"

  Hao Ping clenched his fists, and a "crack" sound came from between his fingers.

  "I'll take care of this trivial matter, but it's not because I'm showing off!"

  "You're asking for trouble!"

  The target of those dozen young people shifted to Haoping.

  Die Xin covered his sore arm with his hand and leaned against the wall, thinking that he would definitely not get a good outcome from being so stubborn. Unexpectedly, with one punch and one kick, he was fully exerting himself, and in no time, those boastful young men were all lying on the ground, unable to move.

  Hao Ping walked up to Die Xin and saw her injured arm: "Are you okay?"

  Butterfly shook her head, but the painful expression on her face had already betrayed her.

  Hao Ping slowly opened his hand covering the wound and looked at the blood-red gash.

  "Is that all?"

  Hao Ping lifted up her arm, but saw the green moonlight wristband on her wrist.

  "Are you Yuki no Chou?"

  "Right, you...you know me?"

  "Hmm, it seems Qing Shui has found you!" Hao Ping muttered softly.