Seeing the two men pressing closer, He Xuewen quietly took out the electric baton and pepper spray Tian Sisi had given him from his bag. He didn't expect the gifts from Ah Nan to come in handy so soon. He had indeed underestimated his enemies!
"He Xuewen, you've got quite the nerve to actually dare to loiter in Beijing, huh! Seeking your own death!" The two men said proudly, confident they could easily capture He Xuewen.
He Xuewen's face was expressionless as he firmly watched the two men before him, his hands tightly gripping the electric baton and pepper spray, now only able to count on these two items for his getaway.
One of the men sneered as he approached He Xuewen, while the other stood with arms folded, confident that they didn't need both to deal with such a tender-faced scholar. As the enemy drew closer, He Xuewen's palms sweated with tension.
