"Little yellow-haired girl, you two have some nerve to actually kill Boss Long's Golden Dragon Fish, come over here!" Two bodyguards in black sneered coldly.
At that moment, two steel-like big hands reached out, aiming to grab the necks of Zhu Molin and the young playboy.
"Ah! Ning'er, help! I beg you, for the sake of being classmates, please save us!" Zhu Molin pleaded in fear.
"Hmph! Even if the Heavenly King comes today, he can't save you!" The balding man with a big belly sneered.
Seeing the hands of the two black-clad bodyguards getting closer, almost grabbing Zhu Molin's neck.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohao, who had been standing motionless at the side, suddenly moved.
His body swayed and he was already in front of Zhu Molin, casually extending his right hand, firmly pressing down the palms of the two bodyguards in black as they reached out.
"I say, you two are making quite a mess of this, aren't you?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
