"Huh? Where?" Hong Hongshuang turned his head and saw Han Shilan walk into a shopping mall. He raised an eyebrow slightly and muttered, "It really is her!"
Li Dapao's eyes darted around, a sudden inspiration struck him, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his face. He said:
"Boss, I've got a plan! I can make School Beauty Han fall for you!"
"What's the solution!" Hong Hongshuang was overjoyed and turned back to ask hurriedly.
"Hero saves the damsel in distress! The most practical trick from ancient times to the present! I used this trick when I was in junior high school to flirt with my girlfriend." Li Dapao said with a smug smile.
"Dapao, it seems you broke up with her after less than a month together," Zhang Xiaofu said.
"Uh, that's not the main point. The main point is that I got her, and then we broke up. It's because I didn't like her that I dumped her."
Li Dapao, without batting an eye, slowly said:
"Come closer and whisper in my ear, I'll explain this plan to you in detail."
The two men leaned closer, listening to Li Dapao's rapid-fire chatter, their eyes sparkling.
Then, Hong Hongshuang smiled broadly and said:
"Great, that's impressive! You should have told me this method sooner. Once I get her, I'll treat you all to a five-star buffet!"
Immediately, he pulled a high-end fruit machine out of his pocket.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 94 Jiang Bo's Strength
Han Shilan slowly walked out of the mall, a faint smile on her lips. She held a DIY photo album in her hand, which contained photos of her and Yang Feng taken in Shuangyue Bay. Many pages were blank at the back, as she wanted to record their shared memories.
Just then, four young men dressed in pure black, who looked like college students, walked out from the roadside and blocked Han Shilan's way.
The young man leading the group was named Liu Ba. He had purple and blue dyed hair and spoke in a nonchalant manner:
"Wow, beautiful! Still a student? Let me see."
As he spoke, he reached his index finger toward Han Shilan's delicate chin.
"What do you want?!"
Han Shilan's face turned pale, like a frightened little rabbit. She quickly took several steps back, her beautiful eyes filled with panic.
This street is usually very safe, with guards patrolling even late at night. So why are they so openly harassing me?
"Hey pretty girl, which school do you go to? You're so good-looking, why don't you hang out with us?"
Liu Ba spoke slowly, grabbing the DIY photo album from Han Shilan's hand, while the three young men beside him gathered around.
The passersby looked at each other in bewilderment. They were just watching the commotion, and none of them dared to step forward because the four young men didn't look like good people; they had menacing eyes and brows.
"Let go of me!" Han Shilan clutched the photo album tightly in her small hands, her beautiful eyes slightly red and misty as she anxiously spoke.
"Tear—"
The photo album was torn in half, and scraps of paper fluttered in the air and landed on the ground. Han Shilan stared blankly at the scene before her, tears streaming down her face like a faucet had been turned on, and she staggered and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Jiang Bo, who was not far away, saw Han Shilan surrounded by people and was immediately enraged. He had watched her grow up to high school and treated her like his own daughter. He quickly ran over and slapped Liu Ba across the face.
"Smack!!"
The slap came down suddenly, and Liu Ba was thrown to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely with two red lines of blood, and his head was spinning.
"Miss, are you alright?" Uncle Jiang quickly came to Han Shilan's side, helped her up, and looked at her tear-streaked face, his anger only intensified.
"Damn it, you old bastard, you dare hit me?!"
After a while, Liu Ba hurriedly got up from the ground and roared at Uncle Jiang.
"Heh, you scum of society, I'll not only beat you up, I'll also send you to the police station for a good education on how to be a decent human being!"
Uncle Jiang held Han Shilan's small arm and said coldly.
"Oh dear, I'm so scared, you old geezer, come here!"
Liu Ba grinned slyly, patted his cheek, and said sarcastically.
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Uncle Jiang shook his head slightly, helped Han Shilan steady, strode over, and raised his hand to deliver a resounding slap.
"Smack!"
"Ah..." Liu Ba screamed in agony, tumbling and falling again. He lay sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in pain, and yelled, "You son of a bitch! Kill him!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three young men rushed forward and punched him hard. The passersby couldn't help but close their eyes. Three young men were beating up a middle-aged man who was almost fifty years old.
Jiang Bo had no good feelings towards these people to begin with. He circulated the true energy in his dantian and punched the three youths away in a few blows, sending them flying and howling in pain on the ground.
The passersby immediately applauded, realizing that the middle-aged man was actually a master.
“Miss…” Uncle Jiang turned his head and saw Han Shilan with slightly red eyes squatting on the ground picking up the fallen photos and scraps of paper. He inadvertently saw a photo of Han Shilan and Yang Feng together, the two of them leaning sweetly against each other.
However, this photo was split in two, with the two people separated: one half was Yang Feng, and the other half was Han Shilan.
She gently stroked the photos with her small hands, stood up, folded the album neatly, sniffled, and said:
"Uncle Jiang, let's go."