A fashion queen

At that moment, the tense atmosphere was shattered by the sound of heavy, rapid footsteps approaching from afar. The father and daughter were instantly alert, and both glanced towards the source of the sound, only to see a tall, burly stranger striding towards them.

The man approached, each step carrying an invisible sense of oppression. When he stood in front of the two men, his face showed a cold expression. He stared at them without any emotion and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Faced with the sudden questioning, Cui Yongyuan stepped forward without hesitation, using his broad and solid body to protect his daughter behind him, and fearlessly asked the other party: "Who are you? Why are you here at this moment?"

The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, outlining a chilling sneer, and he said in a contemptuous tone: "My identity is irrelevant. What really matters is that you should not interfere in this matter." Before he finished speaking, he skillfully pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from his trouser pocket. The cold light flashed, revealing traces of strong murderous aura.

Cui Xueying clutched tightly at her father's shirt, as if it were her only hope. Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and her body trembled slightly. Cui Yongyuan, sensing his daughter's nervousness, gently patted her hands, trying to offer her some comfort and courage, whispering, "Don't be afraid, honey. Daddy's here." However, his gaze remained fixed firmly on the arrogant and domineering man before him.

Cui Yongyuan's eyes widened in anger, and he warned in a deep but forceful voice, "Don't even think about doing anything wrong! We've already called the police, and they'll be here soon." However, the man seemed to have no fear of the police at all. A disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and he responded coldly, "Humph, even if the police come, so what? What can they do to me? You cowards, if you still want to live, get out of here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Faced with such a blatant threat, Cui Yongyuan showed no sign of backing down. He straightened his spine and righteously retorted, "We will never leave! Your crimes must be punished accordingly. Today, no matter what, you will be held accountable!" At that moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, the tension growing thicker. A thrilling confrontation seemed imminent...

A glint of unpredictable cunning suddenly flashed through the man's eyes, like a sly fox about to unleash a trick. Then, without warning, he took a large, firm, powerful step forward, carrying a resolute aura. At the same time, he gripped the dagger tightly. The blade, gleaming in the brilliant sunlight, shone with a chilling, deadly light, like the scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, emitting endless murderous intent.

"Since you are so stubborn and insistent on refusing to yield, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" The man's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the abyss of hell, full of determination and ruthlessness. Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart.

Cui Yongyuan's heart tightened, a surge of unease washing over him. Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled his young daughter behind him, using his body as a shield to protect her from the impending danger. Simultaneously, he quickly adjusted his posture, adopting a defensive stance, his eyes fixed warily on the ill-intentioned man before him.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you!" Cui Yongyuan roared, his eyes wide open. His voice was filled with anger and unyielding determination, like an enraged lion, ready to meet any challenge.

Just as the situation was becoming increasingly tense, a shrill sound of sirens came from afar. Hearing this familiar sound, the man's face changed slightly. He was obviously a little surprised by the appearance of the police, but soon he returned to his original cold and ruthless expression.