He was merely standing there but his entire being exuded a formidable aura like the cold and proud God of War.
He slowly proceeded towards her.
“Sir, our shop has yet to open. You are not allowed to enter.” An employee caught up to him, but immediately fell silent after a glance from Ah Ze.
Mu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses. “How did you…”.
She suddenly recalled that he had arranged for a bodyguard to be by her side. It was only natural that he knew she was here.
“Ah Ze.” Mu Xiaoxiao called out to Jun Zeye faintly. Her nose could not help but twinge as her eyes grew misty.
Why wasn’t he Yin Shaojie?
It was not that Mu Xiaoxiao did not wish to see Jun Zeye. She just could not help but be disappointed.
That b*stard… Why was he not here yet?
“Are you ok?” he asked, focusing his deep dark eyes on her.
Mu Xiaoxiao nodded but she could not hide her expression. Anyone could see that she was upset.
Jun Zeye did not ask any further.
The crowd in front was still fighting. Someone had picked up a glass bottle and was about to smash it on someone’s head.
“Hey!” Ye Zhiyuan shouted to stop the man from smashing the bottle.
Jun Zeye merely glanced over without moving.
Mu Xiaoxiao also reacted and hurriedly smacked Jun Zeye’s arm, “Quick, Ah Ze! Stop that man!”
Jun Zeye made a move this time.
A shadow passed by.
The man was about to strike with the glass bottle, but Jun Zeye caught it in a flash. Then, with a fling of his hand, he threw the man onto the sofa.
“Who are you?” The man picked himself up while glaring at Jun Zeye. Thinking he was just a meddler, the man threw a punch.
Jun Zeye did not flinch. With an open palm, he seized the opponent’s fist.
“Ah!” The opponent let out a blood-curdling scream as his hand was twisted.
In an instant, he was thrown onto the ground.
A couple of people froze upon witnessing this and stopped their brawl but the rest still fought on.
Jun Zeye dashed in with a single stretch of his long legs. With a fling of a hand and a twist of the wrist, he stopped them in their tracks before shoving them to the floor.
The remaining people also met the same ill fate.
In less than 20 seconds, the crowd was tamed. All eyes were on Jun Zeye in astonishment.
Ye Zhiyuan and the waitstaff breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the situation was under control.
“Call the ambulance,” Ye Zhiyuan instructed after noticing that several people lying on the floor were badly injured.
“Roger that!” The waitstaff by his side snapped back to reality.
Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Zhiyuan and said, “I’m sorry. All this happened because I came here.”
Although the pandemonium was not directly linked to her, her presence was a contributing factor.
“This has nothing to do with you,” said Ye Zhiyuan. These men had harbored deep grievances against him from way before. They had just found a convenient excuse.
He just didn’t expect to have someone helping him.
Ye Zhiyuan muttered to himself as he looked at his enemies who were now staring back at him with unconcealed hatred.
