Wang Fan felt a bit overwhelmed, wondering whether he should kiss her, or kiss her, or perhaps kiss her again. God always seemed to present him with such heart-fluttering dilemmas. Gazing at Song Rumei's charming and alluring cheeks, and the fiery red beauty of her lips, Wang Fan's heart momentarily lost focus, and then, involuntarily, he closed his eyes and lowered his head. However, before Wang Fan could kiss Song Rumei, a few sinister laughs suddenly echoed, shattering the beautiful ambiance completely. 'Oh my, someone is putting on a live show here. Beauty, you seem so lonely, how about we fellas keep you company?' 'Tsk tsk, this chick is not bad-looking at all, she really turns me on, looks like we're in for a treat tonight.' Several voices with a sarcastic tone came through, and soon about a dozen young men with shining faces walked over. These people had cigarettes in their mouths, earrings in their ears, some even had tattoos on their bodies, each with a gleam of mischief in their eyes, their slick and insolent appearance clearly indicating they were up to no good. Who the hell are these guys, messing things up at such a critical moment? Wang Fan was just about to kiss her when he was interrupted by these guys, and his anger surged uncontrollably, impossible to suppress. 'Take them out for me!' Song Rumei was even more direct, not only unafraid but also blurting out such a statement. She had confidence in Wang Fan's strength; after all, Wang Fan had beaten Zhen Qianrun into a pulp, so dealing with these local ruffians was definitely within his capabilities. 'Alright!' Wang Fan grinned, then raised his head. And when he did, lo and behold, he saw an acquaintance.

Moreover, there was not just one acquaintance, but two. One was the bare-chested man who had been hit on the head with a beer bottle by Wang Fan in order to save Song Rumei. The other was the bag-snatching man who had been beaten up by Wang Fan a few days ago for robbing Dai Yuying. "Is it you?" "It's you!"

These two also saw Wang Fan at the first moment, and their eyes immediately flashed with endless rage.

As the saying goes, enemies meet and blood is thicker than water. The bare-chested man and the bag-snatching man could no longer care about the beauty and roared angrily as they rushed towards Wang Fan.

"That night it was this guy who beat me up. Beat him up for me!"

"That day it was this bastard who butted in and ruined my business, and even made me lose a motorcycle. Brothers, let's go together. I want to bleed him!"

The two were like they had been injected with chicken blood, clenching their fists and howling loudly. Hearing what the two said, those young men hesitated for only one second, and then also rubbed their fists and palms, rushing towards Wang Fan.

More than ten guys rushed towards Wang Fan in a moment, looking quite terrifying.

Wang Fan's mouth twitched, and he took two steps back. "Big brother, I'm telling you that you've mistaken the person. Do you believe me?"

"Believe your sister!" The bare-chested man was the first to rush to Wang Fan, raised his huge fist, and smashed it towards Wang Fan without hesitation.

"I don't have a sister. Can you believe me instead of my sister? Oh, big brother, I'm saying we are all civilized people. Can we not be so rude?"

As Wang Fan spoke, he dodged the bare-chested man's attack with a swift move and kicked him in the butt. The bare-chested man, caught off guard, let out an 'ouch' and fell flat on his face, unable to get up again. 'I told you not to be so rough, but you wouldn't listen. You can't blame me for this,' Wang Fan muttered, dodging a flying kick and punching out. Boom! A young man's nose was hit, his nasal bone instantly cracking with a snap, blood spraying out as he was sent flying by the force and crashing to the ground in a sorry state. 'I must say, your nasal bone is too fragile, unable to withstand even one punch from me. Oh, so fragile, so fragile.' The young man wanted to curse, thinking, 'Damn it, could your nasal bone be harder than a fist? Let me give you a punch and see.' Wang Fan commented unhappily, followed by two more booms as he kicked two young men, who howled in agony and flew out clutching their stomachs. 'Damn, this guy is good, brothers, let's show our weapons.'

Several other young men realized that something was amiss and quickly halted their charge, brandishing their weapons. In an instant, these individuals were all armed with various tools. There were spring knives, fruit knives, short steel pipes, wrenches, and even one guy who raised a Er Lang hammer – the assortment was truly diverse and complete. Song Rumei couldn't help but feel anxious for Wang Fan upon seeing this scene. She wouldn't worry about Wang Fan if he were empty-handed, but with weapons involved, it was different. Swords and knives had no eyes; what if Wang Fan got hurt? Song Rumei didn't even know why she suddenly cared so much about Wang Fan.

Wang Fan was unaware of the changes in Song Rumei's heart and, seeing the variety of weapons, his mouth twitched before he jumped up. 'What are you doing, what are you doing? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you actually dare to take out knives and hammers, is there no law anymore?' 'Broad daylight my foot, it's already dark, you idiot!' One of the young men couldn't help but curse loudly at Wang Fan's comical appearance, then called on his brothers to charge at Wang Fan aggressively.

'You, you guys... Alright, this is your fault for forcing me, don't think I'm the only one without weapons, I have mine too!' Wang Fan gritted his teeth as if he had been cornered and made some sort of resolution. The young men were intimidated by Wang Fan's momentum, paused, and for a moment, didn't dare to move. Song Rumei's eyes also brightened, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wang Fan's next action almost made them spit blood. They saw this comedian actually take off his shoes and hold one in each hand. 'Is that your weapon?'

A young man looked somewhat bewildered. "Yeah, what's the matter, scared?" Wang Fan said with a smug face, and even flaunted the shiny leather shoes in his hand, "If you're scared, then get lost. Swords and knives, er, shoes have no eyes, I'm afraid I might hurt you guys." "Damn it, we've been played!" "Get him! Chop him up!" The young men were completely enraged and no longer held back. This bastard was using a pair of leather shoes as a token of authority, it was simply an insult to their intelligence, a contempt for their dignity. In an instant, several young men pounced on Wang Fan one after another, wielding all sorts of knives, sticks, and hammers, and smashed them towards Wang Fan. Wang Fan chuckled, twisting his body left and right while waving his shoes around in a dazzling manner, slapping them out. Slap slap slap slap! Several cracking sounds followed, and four young men were struck by the black shoe soles. They only felt a burning pain on their faces, and then they fell to the ground, seeing stars. Teeth mixed with bright red blood spurted from their mouths, a pitiful sight. "I told you shoes have no eyes, but you wouldn't believe me," Wang Fan muttered, looking at the last three people. Of these three, two were holding knives and sticks, looking like they wanted to strike but didn't dare to. The other person was hiding far behind, not daring to rush forward at all. The one who didn't rush forward was the bag-snatcher.

He was much smarter than the bare-chested man, who was just making a lot of noise and putting on a show without actually getting involved. Because he knew that Wang Fan was very capable in a fight, even if they could eventually take Wang Fan down, the first one to charge at Wang Fan wouldn't fare well. However, what he never expected was that in just a short while, all of their men had been taken down by Wang Fan. The bag-snatcher knew that escape was mostly hopeless, glanced at Song Rumei, who was relatively close to him, gritted his teeth, and directly pounced over at the fastest speed. A desperate dog will leap over a wall, and the wickedness knows no bounds!