Chapter 137
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The parents looked hesitant.
If the upper-class society was divided into different levels, the Yan family would undoubtedly be one of the wealthiest families.
The power that they held was not something that they could compare to. Moreover, the Yan family did not have a glorious history. Their ancestors were said to be bandits. Even now, they still had some bandit spirit. If they wanted something, they would get it by hook or by crook.
Before this, they did not know that the person that Song Yaoyao had beaten up was actually Yan Zezheng's only son!
Yan Zezheng could not hide the contempt in his eyes when he saw the looks of these people. "If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you if you bump into something. Do it —"
He pointed his finger in front of him.
He was overbearing.
Seeing that the bodyguards had received the order and immediately pushed An Feiran, who was standing in front of them, to the ground, the other parents panicked and rushed up to hold their children back.
"Mom, let go of me!"
"I'm not leaving! Why should he take Song Yaoyao away? This big bad guy! "
"Do you want to see Song Yaoyao being tortured to death by him?! Dad, let go of me! "
They were just a bunch of children. How could they fight against the well-trained bodyguards?
Shen Xun's eyes turned cold and he took the lead to fight with one of the bodyguards.
Yan Zezheng smiled casually. "Just play with him. Don't kill him. It's hard to explain to the grandson of that old man from the Shen family."
But if he was asking for trouble, he did not mind teaching him a lesson.
Shen Xun was a school bully, but he was only 18 years old. He could deal with one person, but it would be difficult to deal with a group of them.
He looked at Tang Xinrou who was standing rooted to the ground, scared out of her wits. He growled, "Song Yaoyao, why aren't you f * cking running away?!"
"Oh, oh, right. Yaoyao, let's go!"
Tang Xinrou grabbed Song Yaoyao and wanted to run away. Her aunt crossed her arms calmly and leaned to the side, watching.
"Rourou, go to the side."
Song Yaoyao broke free effortlessly and raised her hand to pinch Tang Xinrou's hair tie. "Let me borrow it for a while."
She gathered her long hair and retreated step by step.
At the same time, he quickly tied up his long hair.
As she approached, the parents also retreated step by step.
Suddenly …
The little girl jumped twice on the spot and twisted her neck. In the next second, she rushed toward the burly men like a small cannonball!
"Crack!"
"Bang!"
The sound of bones breaking and flesh hitting the ground made people's scalps go numb. Some people covered their eyes and secretly looked through the gaps in their hands.
Then he was dumbfounded.
"Motherf * cker …"
What the hell?
Five of the six bodyguards in black were knocked down. The remaining one gave up fighting with Shen Xun and attacked Song Yaoyao.
"Shen Xun, step aside!"
Song Yaoyao said fiercely with a nasal voice. Those who didn't know better would think that she was crying because of fear.
However, Shen Xun got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and obediently stepped aside with a faint smile.
Song Yaoyao, what kind of little monster was she?
The strength of the last bodyguard was obviously higher than the other bodyguards. He punched the wall, and a crack appeared on the wall. It made people's hearts tremble. If he hit the little girl's head, wouldn't blood splatter on the spot?
Song Yaoyao dodged a few times and became impatient. She directly faced him head-on.
When the punch came, she clenched her small white fist and met it fearlessly.
"Yaoyao, don't!" Tang Xinrou was so scared that tears came out of her eyes. She wanted to rush forward recklessly but was held back by her aunt.
Shen Xun's smile froze on his face.
Everyone seemed to be deprived of breath in an instant. Everything in front of them was like a slow-motion movie.
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