Han Yun glanced at Yang Feilong, primarily wanting to avoid appearing too eager, hence her feigned reserve. In truth, she had already agreed the moment Mo Yihan mentioned it.
Even without Yang Feilong, they would have gone.
This was because neither Han Yun nor Mo Yihan were ordinary people. While their cultivation wasn't exceptionally high, it certainly wasn't low either. Both were at the Zhenwu Realm, stronger than many martial artists. They could each handle several thugs or hooligans.
However, as women, especially beautiful ones, they often preferred the protection of men. The purpose of practicing martial arts was to be able to protect themselves when encountering danger without relying on anyone else.
As the saying goes, women should protect themselves when outside, especially beautiful ones!
When Yang Feilong and his group exited the mall, the sky had already darkened, and the streetlights had been turned on at some point.
Yang Feilong inwardly marveled. It had been less than four o'clock when they entered the mall, and now it was past seven. Buying a few clothes had taken over three hours.
People always said that when women go shopping, men usually can't handle it, and that saying proved true.
After placing the purchased clothes in the car's trunk, they drove for about twenty minutes and arrived at Changwan Street. This street was not far from the mall they had just left, only about a mile away. Both young women were ancient martial arts practitioners, and Yang Feilong was a Qi Refining cultivator. For three cultivators, walking a mile was hardly tiring.
As they entered Changwan Street, the kaleidoscope of neon lights was dazzling.
The pulsating dance music emanating from various bars and nightclubs could be heard outside, making one want to go in and dance. There were arcades, billiard halls, barbecue restaurants, hotels, and more. Everything for entertainment, dining, and lodging was available.
Both Han Yun and Mo Yihan were dressed lightly, as it was July and quite hot. Their simple attire made them appear even more sexy and beautiful.
Especially under the vibrant neon lights, they seemed particularly alluring.
"Hey there, beautiful ladies, care to join us for a drink?"
Neither Han Yun nor Mo Yihan paid any attention to such advances.
Yang Feilong also mused that Changwan Street was indeed lively, but upon entering, he felt one word described it: chaotic.
Perhaps, no rules was the rule of Changwan Street.
"Kid, our boss wants to see you!" suddenly, a voice called out, and a hooligan-like young man stepped forward, blocking Yang Feilong's path.
Yang Feilong's brows twitched, and he said calmly, "What about?"
"What about it? You'll know when you get there!" the hooligan said coldly, looking at Yang Feilong.
"Should I go alone, or bring my two companions?" Yang Feilong's lips curved into a mocking smile. He already knew their intentions without asking.
"Naturally, you'll all come!" The hooligan glanced at the two women, his breathing quickening. These girls were stunning, especially the one in the short skirt and high heels; her figure was incredibly sexy.
In fact, both Han Yun and Mo Yihan were the kind of exceptional beauties rarely seen, the caliber of campus goddesses.
In terms of style, Han Yun leaned towards being more conservative, while Mo Yihan was relatively more open. Of course, this also had something to do with their professions. Although Han Yun practiced ancient martial arts, her identity was that of a university teacher.
As for Mo Yihan? She was a fitness coach. Well, she owned a gym, and she was the proprietor. She didn't usually teach, and her classes were very expensive!
With a good physique, the effect of her fitness training was even better. Coupled with her stunning beauty and her attire, she was naturally very attractive, especially in this place.
"Brat, what are you staring at? Keep looking and I'll pluck your dog eyes out!" Seeing the hooligan staring at her non-stop, Mo Yihan said coldly. Despite her playful banter with Han Yun earlier, she had a fiery temper.
"Bitch, what did you say?" Hearing this, the hooligan was instantly enraged. He hadn't expected this sexy-looking woman to dare call him a brat and threaten to gouge out his eyes.
He took a step forward, intending to slap her.
Yang Feilong's brows slightly furrowed. Just as he was about to intervene, Mo Yihan's lips curled into a mocking smile, and her leg moved.
She unleashed a kick, hitting him precisely in a vital spot.
"Ah! It's broken!" The hooligan cried out in pain, clutching his groin and staggering backward.
Blood was flowing.
Yang Feilong gasped, instinctively crossing his legs. That kick was too brutal!
He truly hadn't expected Mo Yihan to be such a person!
"Um, I lost a bit of control of my emotions just now," Mo Yihan said apologetically, looking at Yang Feilong. "I'm usually quite gentle!"
Yang Feilong let out a dry chuckle, "Cough, cough."
"Usually gentle? When you say that, please consult your conscience," Han Yun said to Mo Yihan, giving her an exasperated look. Then she turned to Yang Feilong and said, "This is a more accurate representation of her. So, you should stay away from this woman in the future. Once she goes crazy, no one can stop her!"
"Xiao Yunyun, you're hurting my feelings so much! We're good sisters, yet you're badmouthing me like this!" Mo Yihan rolled her eyes at Han Yun. "Are you afraid I'll steal your little man?"
"Hmph, you think you can steal him?" Han Yun retorted unceremoniously.
Yang Feilong, listening to the two women bickering again, silently chose to remain quiet. However, he soon spoke up again, "Trouble's here!"
Yes.
Trouble had arrived.
Although this was just a single hooligan, he wasn't alone. Seeing the other hooligan writhing in pain not far away, the table of men immediately stood up and approached with menacing expressions.
Clearly, they wouldn't let it go.
Yang Feilong had actually been mentally prepared for this. Given the nature of the street and the beauty of the two women, it would have been strange if nothing had happened.
"Weren't the two women said to be from prominent families? Why don't these people recognize them?" Yang Feilong had this thought, but he quickly dismissed it. It was simple to understand. They had their own careers and social circles. People knew about the prominent families in general, but specific individuals were only known if they were famous.
These young women had been well-protected since childhood and rarely made public appearances, so it was normal for these people not to know them!