Chapter Thirteen: A Powerful Comeback

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Nuanyu's expression changed as well.

"We're all students here. If you dare do anything reckless, Subei University won't let you off. The police will come after you too."

"Threaten all you want. If I, Tiger, so much as frown tonight, then I lose. Hahaha... Tonight, I'm going to enjoy the pleasure of two beauties!"

With that, Tiger shot a glance at his men.

"Take both of them away for me."

None of the other students had ever seen such a scene. All of them were terrified, not a single one dared to step forward.

Wang Qian was so frightened she burst into tears, screaming nonstop.

"Wang Ze, save me, please save me! I don't want to go with him, sob sob..."

As for Qin Nuanyu, she could no longer maintain her composure either. Her face turned deathly pale and she retreated again and again.

Just as Tiger's henchman was about to reach out and grab Qin Nuanyu, at the critical moment, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her into an embrace.

Qin Nuanyu was startled. She looked up and saw the handsome profile of Yang Xiaofan.

For some reason, the panic in her heart was instantly soothed, as if a drifting boat had found its harbor.

"Every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Wang Ze hit you, so go after him. Stop biting at everyone like a mad dog."

Yang Xiaofan held Qin Nuanyu with one arm, the other hand in his pocket, speaking with an air of casual ease, as if he hadn't put Tiger in his eyes at all.

Tiger's expression turned a bit darker.

"Damn it, looks like I should've checked my fortune before leaving home today. Little grasshoppers popping up everywhere to challenge me. Get him! Beat him up! Let's see how cocky he is then!"

"Yes!"

Tiger's lackey immediately threw a punch toward Yang Xiaofan's face.

It was clear that if that punch landed, Yang Xiaofan's fair, handsome face would be smashed to a pulp.

"Watch out!"

Qin Nuanyu couldn't help but exclaim.

But!

At that critical moment, Yang Xiaofan simply raised his leg and, like lightning, kicked the assailant, sending him flying.

Bang!

The man crashed hard at the doorway. Everyone in the private room was once again shocked to their core.

Was this some kind of joke?

He sent a man flying with a single kick!

Yang Xiaofan was simply incredible!

Not only that—he could sing, he'd won the lottery, was this guy some sort of reincarnated luck god?

But the most shocked of all was Qin Nuanyu.

Because she knew better than anyone else how terrifying Yang Xiaofan's fighting skills were.

This guy was practically a monster!

After his initial shock, Tiger's expression turned cold and sinister.

"Damn, I didn't expect you to actually be trained."

Yang Xiaofan replied coolly, "Let them go first. Tonight, you and I will settle this."

"Alright! I've been wanting to see just what you're made of."

Tiger found himself strangely drawn to Yang Xiaofan. Years ago, he too had been fearless, relying on his own skills to carve out a place for himself in Subei. Now, seeing Yang Xiaofan, he felt a surge of excitement, wanting to test his abilities.

Qin Nuanyu hurriedly spoke, "Xiaofan, no, we can't leave you here alone. It's too dangerous."

Yang Xiaofan chuckled, and with a sly grin, gave her a discreet pinch on her bottom.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Take the students and get out of here so no one else gets hurt."

Qin Nuanyu blushed, her body trembling slightly. She bit her lip, realizing he made sense, and said, "Then promise me you'll protect yourself. Once I'm out, I'll call the police right away."

"Don't. It's useless."

"Then I'll find a teacher and see if he can pull some strings."

"Alright, go."

Qin Nuanyu immediately gathered the classmates and led them out. Before Wang Ze left, he apologized to Yang Xiaofan.

"Yang Xiaofan, I'm sorry. This is all because of me."

"Alright, just remember not to show off so much next time."

"I understand!"

Wang Ze, his face red, lowered his head and hurried out.

The room was soon left with only Tiger, Yang Xiaofan, and Tiger's henchmen.

Tiger sat down directly on the sofa opposite Yang Xiaofan, crossing his legs arrogantly.

"I, Liu Hu, have been ruling Subei for years. Anyone who stood against me is either crippled, dead, or has fled far away. You're just a college student, but I won't go easy on you. If you want to act tough in front of me, you'll pay the price."

Yang Xiaofan shrugged.

"Alright, enough with the clichés. If you want to fight, let's get it over with."

"Fine, straightforward enough! Boys, let's show him!"

At Tiger's command, his men rushed at Yang Xiaofan.

Tiger himself leisurely opened a can of beer and took a sip.

Yang Xiaofan, unhurried, lifted his leg and with one motion flipped up the glass coffee table in front of him. Gripping one of its legs, he swung the entire table as a weapon.

With a splutter, the beer Tiger had just swallowed was sprayed everywhere in shock.

His lackeys stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide, fixed on the massive glass table in Yang Xiaofan's hand.

Was this a joke? That thing weighed over two hundred pounds! Normally, it would take at least two people to lift it—yet Yang Xiaofan had swung it single-handedly as if it were a scallion.

"Well? Why aren't you coming?"

Yang Xiaofan frowned and called out, but everyone else looked ready to break down.

With that thing swinging around, who dared approach? A single blow from it would leave them crippled if not dead.

Tiger hurriedly waved his hands. "Alright, alright, brother, put the table down. I was wrong, I admit defeat!"

"What? You're giving up already? Some 'Tiger' you are! Villains in novels at least put up a fight before surrendering!"

Yang Xiaofan sounded disappointed; he had wanted to test out his master-level skills.

After all, he'd already enhanced his physique—he could heal from injuries, so he wasn't worried.

But before he even had a chance to fight, the other side had already surrendered. That left him more than a little frustrated.

Tiger gave a helpless laugh. "Novels are one thing. Authors always write supporting characters as idiots. But I'm not stupid. Fighting a monster like you—isn't that just asking to get killed?"

"Alright then. If we're not fighting, can we just settle this and be done?"

Tiger nodded. "We only meet those worth knowing in a fight. Meeting a man as loyal and capable as you makes even a beating worthwhile. Yang Xiaofan, right? I'll remember you. If you ever need anything in Subei, just mention my name."