Hans sat down gracefully, his long, slender fingers carved like fine jade, leisurely toying with the wine glass in his hand, seemingly indifferent as he observed the scene below."And who do you think you are, telling me to get lost?" The gang leader, already filled with rage, sneered at the sight of this scholarly young man in white, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin. "Where did this fresh-faced lad come from, daring to meddle in my affairs? Today, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who you're dealing with." With that, he clenched his fist, large as a bowl, and swung it toward Hans.Given Hans's delicate appearance, he looked like he wouldn’t withstand even a single punch.Gasps erupted from the crowd, most of them the soft, melodic voices of young women filled with concern.However, Hans remained unfazed. He drew the wooden sword from his waist and moved with fluid grace, striking, flicking, parrying, and hooking with precision. Like a serpent, each stroke hit th
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