Zhu Yan stopped shouting, and the two men around her felt uncomfortable, "Zhu Yan, what's going on? Seeing an old flame?"
"Weren't you having fun shouting just now? Acting all coy in front of your old flame?"
"You've been torn apart by countless people, scream a bit more for me!"
The two frenzied men didn't care that Lu Yunshen was watching.
They didn't know Lu Yunshen. In front of such a handsome and brilliant young man, these two middle-aged men only wanted to show off their prowess.
Zhu Yan was trapped between them, unable to break free. Lu Yunshen strode forward, the veins on the back of his hand bulging!
A middle-aged man's anguished cries erupted in the dim hallway, one of them let go, and Zhu Yan fell and sat on the floor.
She turned her head and saw Lu Yunshen grabbing the forehead of the man behind her, pulling his head and slamming it against the wall.
The man's curses turned into wails, pleading for Lu Yunshen to spare him.
