Tang Tiantian was now feeling much better, and her mind had cleared considerably.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was alone while the other side had seven or eight men armed with knives and clubs, Tang Tiantian started to feel worried.
Just moments ago, she only thought about Zhang Yang coming to rescue her, entirely neglecting the situation in front of her.
"Zhang Yang, what should we do?"
Zhang Yang looked at Mr. Tang with warmth in his eyes, "Don't worry, Teacher. I'm quite capable. Back in school, I often got into fights. Do you remember that time when those hoodlums outside the school bullied one of our classmates? Didn't I chase them all away?"
When Zhang Yang mentioned this, Tang Tiantian suddenly remembered.
But Fourth Brother Zhao and his lackeys burst into laughter.
"Brother Zhao, looks like this brat thinks we're just some street punks. Called us hoodlums, huh?"
