Xia Yihan covered his mouth with a short cry. Yezimo had easily avoided it. Then a relaxed fist fell on the man's abdomen. The man howled several times and could not stand up.

Ye Zimo and two other people came and went between us. Xia Yihan watched with astonishment and a voice came from behind: "Excuse me, let's make way!"

A bicycle roared past, and Xia Yihan gave a short exclamation: "Sorry!" Xia Yihan's figure attracted the attention of Yezimo.

Ye Zimo stopped his fist, but the other party couldn't stop. His fist relentlessly hit Ye Zimo's cheek. Ye Zimo was beaten over his head, wiped the blood from his...