The blade of the small machete shone sharply under the light.
Lan Yue approached the young man, the sharp blade approaching his chest.
The young man stepped back in fear.
"W-Who are you people? Ah Dong, call the police!"
Another young man was about to make a call when he was stopped by a man in black.
"You don't want to go against your professional ethics, right?" Lan Yue's dark eyes were calm and his deep and cold face was cold. There was a faint smile on his lips. "You have professional ethics just because you ruined a woman's reputation?"
Without giving the young man a chance to speak, Lan Yue waved the knife handle in the air. The young man's face turned pale and his legs went weak.
A moment later, the young man saw that his t-shirt was torn.
Although he was not injured, it would be easy for this man in front of him to hurt him if he wanted to!