Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Feng Yi was horrified, shouting sternly, "What... what do you want to do? Stay away!"

She went out today with two bodyguards, but even though both were top-notch, how could they possibly face so many people? They were already starting to falter.

Xu Haohao’s heart was racing. Beside her, Feng Huaimu, who had just finished a skewer of lamb, raised his beautifully arched jaw and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, someone is coming."

That head of golden hair was dazzling and striking. From afar, the figure with extremely fair skin skimmed down the long street, leaving behind scattered remnants of shadows. In no time at all, the figure had rapidly approached.

A group of agile martial artists followed behind that figure.

Xu Haohao wanted to cry out, it was indeed Xuan Ting, he really came.

The moment Xuan Ting arrived, he spotted Xu Haohao, who was forcibly pressed down by Feng Huaimu onto the greasy table, her clean and pure eyes shining with a hint of surprise at his appearance.

"Oh my, this skill... they’re all foreigners? All are deadly moves!" A bearded middle-aged man behind Xuan Ting gasped in astonishment.

The foreign man, whose body was covered in scars, mumbled a few words and then his fist flew down, hitting a nearby lamppost stone column, causing the entire street’s lights to go out, leaving only darkness.

The men and women present screamed in shock.

Xu Haohao trembled with fear, suddenly recalling what Xuan Ting had told her: when martial arts reach a certain level, sheer physical power alone becomes even more terrifying than blades or guns.

Today... she truly witnessed it.

Xuan Ting’s gaze roamed the night, urgently murmuring, "Haohao."

Just then, Feng Yi in the corner let out a sharp scream, "Uncle Xuan Ting!"

Xuan Ting glanced in Xu Haohao’s direction, his figure swiftly moved, positioning himself firmly in front of Feng Yi, his pale, calloused hand suddenly grasped the wrist that was about to strike!

With that grip, the foreign brute couldn’t press down despite using all his brute strength, being completely controlled.

Xuan Ting was no longer his usual frisky self, his deep eyes flashing with cold light. He raised his left hand and slapped fiercely, "Smack!"

With just one slap, the foreign brute felt a sharp pain in his chest, almost fainting!

When had that group of foreign brutes ever seen such a fierce man? And the one who made the move seemed to be only a youth of sixteen or seventeen, everyone was shocked, and unconsciously surging forward, collectively attacking him.

The scene was in chaos, the sound of the fight was immense, causing the cement bricks on the ground to be overturned. A passerby tens of meters away caught in stunned surprise while thinking they were filming a period fight scene!

Feng Huaimu lightly scanned his gaze, his thin lips curled gently as he pulled the extremely anxious Xu Haohao towards him, raised his hand to cover her mouth, and with the other arm wrapped around her waist, maneuvered through the dark and directly boarded a small car, chuckling softly, "Drive, let’s go."

Xu Haohao was furious and her face flushed, "Mmm mmm mmm—"

Unable to speak, Haohao was resolute, opening her mouth and biting hard on Feng Huaimu’s finger, causing the man to frown in pain, and he could only helplessly withdraw his hand.

He then flashed a smile, soothing her with kind words, "Haohao, Xuan Ting chose to save Feng Yi the little girl, not because I forced him to choose that way, just stay with me and relax."

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