The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

However, at this moment, a burst of noisy shouting and cursing broke the original tranquility.

"What are you doing! Get out of here!"

"If anyone dares to gossip again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

A few rough voices accompanied by the muffled sound of punches and kicks instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Cen Jiexiao and the other two looked in the direction of the sound and saw several people in gray clothes, holding long sticks, walking aggressively towards the dock workers. The leader was a tall and strong man with a face full of flesh and a pair of fierce eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

The burly man walked up to a dock worker who was over fifty years old, and without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked the worker to the ground.

"Cough cough..." The worker groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he had no response anymore, obviously he had fainted.

Seeing this, the surrounding dock workers were frightened and fled in all directions, fearing that they would get into trouble.

"Stop right there! No one is allowed to run!" Seeing this, the strong man became even more arrogant. He waved the long stick in his hand and started beating the crowd.

For a moment, the dock was in chaos, with cries and pleas for mercy heard everywhere.

"This is too much! How can they treat those workers like this!" Xiaozhi stomped his feet angrily, wishing he could rush up and argue with those men in gray.

Yu Lan frowned and reached out to stop Xiao Zhi: "Don't be impulsive, let's see the situation first."

Cen Jiexiao said nothing, but just looked coldly at everything happening in front of her, with a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

"Stop!" A cold voice suddenly sounded, like a thunder, exploding on the chaotic dock.

Everyone looked and saw that the man who had roared so loudly was the same dark-faced man from before. He slammed the tea bowl in his hand on the table, causing the tea to splash everywhere, and glared at the gray-clothed men with wide eyes.

"You are a bunch of bastards! You commit violence in the street without asking any questions. Do you think there is any law?" The black-faced man's voice was like a bell, shocking the gray-clothed men.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my business!" The leading burly man came to his senses and spat viciously at the black-faced man.

"I'm Wen Kuan from Hejia Town! What's the matter? You want to fight?" Wen Kuan rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

"Wow, he's quite arrogant! Brothers, come on, teach him a lesson!" The leading strong man gave an order, and the men in gray rushed towards Wen Kuan, waving sticks.

"Come on! Who's afraid of who?" Wen Kuan was not willing to be outdone, so he picked up a bench and went forward.

Cen Jiexiao and others watched from the side and couldn't help but nod secretly.

"This guy named Wen Kuan is quite brave and upright." Yu Lan praised.

"That's right, it's much better than those cowards who can only run away." Xiaozhi also agreed.

"Dean, I'm afraid this brother can't beat four people with just two fists. Do you want me to take action?" Yu Lan turned to look at Cen Jiexiao.

Cen Jiexiao didn't say anything, but just stared at the situation on the field, as if thinking about something.

Wen Kuan, holding a bench, moved left and right, his body as nimble as a spinning top, deflecting the clubs swung by the gray-clad men one by one. He held the bench across his body, blocking the oncoming attack, and then kicked it out, tripping one of the gray-clad men to the ground.

Wen Kuan took the opportunity to jump up, pushed back another man in gray, snatched the stick from his hand, and hit the third man in gray on the shoulder with his backhand.

"With just this little ability, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself?!" Wen Kuan resisted while mocking him. His voice was full of anger, as if he wanted to devour those men in gray.

The men in gray were enraged by him and attacked more fiercely. They brandished sticks and hit Wen Kuan like raindrops, trying to subdue him completely.

A cold look flashed across Wen Kuan's face. He gripped the stick tightly, his eyes determined, showing no sign of retreat. He wielded the stick with great vigor, blocking the attacks of the gray-clad men one by one, while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

He saw a man in gray waving a stick and attacking him. He dodged sideways and kicked the man in gray on the wrist, sending the stick flying.

"Good! Good fight!" Seeing this, the people around cheered and applauded. Their faces were filled with excitement and excitement, as if they saw the hope of justice defeating evil.

However, at this moment, something changed suddenly.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot out from nowhere and went straight to Wen Kuan's face.

The arrow was so fast that it reached Wen Kuan in the blink of an eye.

When Cen Jiexiao saw this scene, she was immediately frightened and she screamed instinctively.

"careful!" .

Wen Kuan heard the shouts behind him and instinctively sensed danger. He lowered his head suddenly and avoided the fatal wound that hit his vitals in time.

The sharp arrow flew past his cheek, and a red blood mark appeared on his face in an instant.

Wen Kuan was still frightened. He raised his head and looked around, trying to find the direction from which the sharp arrow came.

"Damn it! Who shot me in the back?!" Wen Kuan roared, clutching the burning wound on his face. Blood oozed through his fingers, staining his hand a shocking shade of red.

The people who were originally watching were also frightened by this sudden change. The crowd suddenly became chaotic and retreated to avoid the incident, fearing that they would be implicated.

Seeing this, Cen Jiexiao knew there was something else going on, and it was definitely more than just a simple street brawl. She quickly walked over to Wen Kuan and carefully examined his injuries.

"Brother, are you okay? Although the wound is not vital, the bleeding must be stopped as soon as possible." As Cen Jiexiao said this, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wanted to help him stop the bleeding.

Wen Kuan, however, waved her hand away and said bluntly, "I'm lucky, I won't die! But you, little girl, should get away quickly to avoid being accidentally hurt."

"Brother, what are you talking about? Seeing injustice and helping others with our swords is a chivalrous act for people like us, not to mention..." Before Sister Cen Xiao could finish her words, she was interrupted by a sharp female voice.

"Hey, isn't this our famous Dean Cen? Why do you also like to join in the fun?"

The crowd dispersed automatically, and a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and heavily made-up walked over, surrounded by a group of servants. She had an undisguised sneer on her face, and she looked at Cen Jiexiao as if she were looking at something dirty.

Cen Jiexiao followed the sound and saw a young woman walking towards her. Her eyes were smiling, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but that smile was a bit arrogant, as if putting everyone below her.

"Dean, this is Princess Jiarou, Li Lingxuan, the niece of Empress Dowager Li. She lived in the academy for a few years when she was little, and your uncle, Li Chongguang, took care of her. Actually, she's your childhood friend."

Xiaozhi lowered her voice and introduced the noble princess to Sister Cen. She seemed to want to remind Sister Cen that the person in front of her was of noble status and should not be neglected.

"Didn't I tell you, I hit my head against a tree, so I might not remember some things."

Cen Jiexiao casually answered Xiaozhi's question. Her tone was calm, as if she didn't want to talk about the past, and even less wanted to have any contact with this princess.