บท 404: 403

After that move, Su Ran had overexerted himself and his face turned a bit pale, his forehead soon covered in cold sweat, and he took a few deep breaths. But the fighting spirit in his eyes didn't diminish an iota. He held onto his belt, ready to lash out at anyone who dared to come at him!

"Son, well done! You scoundrels, take this from your old lady!"

Concerned about Su Ran's safety, his mother tapped into her latent potential, and broke into a sprint before leaping towards the gangsters with her knife.

Wow, wasn't that the signature move of a warrior class character in games – the Jump Cut?!

Mom, it's a waste for you not to be playing video games!

"Dammit!"

The gangsters could clearly tell who was trouble and who wasn't, they wouldn't let Su Ran's mother get too close, after all, a kitchen knife doesn't discern friend from foe. So they took the brunt of Su Ran's belt attack, grabbed his belt and seized him.