Keeping the promise

The gangster leader said viciously: "What do you think? Kneel down and apologize to my brother first, and then let us brothers vent our anger!" There was a cruel light flashing in his eyes, and he was looking forward to seeing Zheng Zihui begging for mercy in fear.

Zheng Zihui gritted his teeth and said, "Dream on! You guys are a bunch of bullies, don't think I'm afraid of you!" He clenched his fists secretly, ready to fight at any time, and the anger in his heart burned even more vigorously.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Everyone's breathing became heavy, and the tense atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

Seeing Zheng Zihui being so tough, the gangster brother became furious, his face flushed red, veins on his forehead popped out, and he shouted at his men: "Come on, teach this ignorant boy a lesson!" His voice became sharp and piercing because of anger, as if he wanted to eat Zheng Zihui alive.

Following his order, the hooligans rushed forward and pounced on Zheng Zihui. They bared their teeth and claws, and kept cursing, like a group of wild beasts out of control.

Although Zheng Zihui was agile and dodged the gangsters' attacks flexibly like a clever monkey, he was no match for the gangsters, and he gradually lost the upper hand in the face of the gangsters who outnumbered him.

However, Zheng Zihui did not give in easily, and an unyielding fire burned in his heart. He dodged left and right, looking for opportunities to counterattack, using all his strength in every punch and kick, and every attack was full of determination and firmness.

Even though he was at a disadvantage, he didn't let the thugs take advantage of him. He was hit several times on his face and body, and the burning pain made him gasp for air, but his eyes were still full of stubbornness and unyielding, as if to say: "Even if I fall, I won't admit defeat!"

Just as Zheng Zihui was struggling to hold on, a black car slowly drove by.

Qin Huaifeng, who was sitting in the car, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the fight. His originally lazy eyes were instantly attracted by Zheng Zihui's skills.

"This kid is quite skilled." Qin Huaifeng murmured to himself, with a hint of curiosity and admiration in his eyes. He then asked the driver to stop the car, his tone decisive and resolute.

The driver parked the car steadily on the side of the road. Qin Huaifeng pushed open the door and walked towards the crowd with steady steps.

Every step he took was accompanied by an invisible majesty that made people unconsciously focus their eyes on him.

The gangster brother was having a great time fighting when he suddenly saw Qin Huaifeng coming. The arrogance on his face disappeared instantly and was replaced by a flattering smile.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he felt uneasy, as if there was a rabbit in his heart.

"Mr. Qin, why are you here?" The gangster brother said with a nod and a bow. His fawning look formed a sharp contrast with his ferocity just now.

His voice was trembling and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Qin Huaifeng didn't even look at him, and walked straight towards Zheng Zihui. The gangster brother smiled cautiously beside him, but he was nervous, not knowing what Qin Huaifeng was up to.

Why would Mr. Qin be interested in this kid? Am I in trouble?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his smile became stiffer.

Qin Huaifeng looked Zheng Zihui up and down, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. His gaze was sharp and deep, as if he could see through Zheng Zihui.

Qin Huaifeng stared at Zheng Zihui. The more he looked, the more he felt that his features resembled those of Zheng Wancheng.

For a moment, his thoughts drifted away, recalling the past with Zheng Wancheng. Her every smile, every move appeared clearly in front of him. His eyes became soft and full of nostalgia, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, with sweetness and regret.

After a while, Qin Huaifeng suddenly pulled himself back to his thoughts, refocused his gaze on Zheng Zihui, and asked, "Boy, where did you learn this skill?" His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of curiosity.

After hearing this, Zheng Zihui became even more alert, thinking that Qin Huaifeng was in cahoots with these hooligans. He glared at him and asked, "Why should I tell you?"

His eyes were full of defensiveness and hostility, and he thought to himself, "Don't try to trick me. Who knows what you are up to?"

When the gangster next to him heard this, he immediately jumped out, pointed at Zheng Zihui's nose and shouted: "Boy, don't be ungrateful! Master Qin asks you questions to give you face!" His face turned red and he looked furious.

Qin Huaifeng frowned, turned his head and shouted: "Shut up!" His voice was full of majesty and his eyes were so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.

The hooligans were immediately silent, not daring to say anything more. Their bodies were trembling slightly, and they dared not even breathe.