Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 325 - 320: Panicked and without a Path to Choose
Yan Yan tugged at Qi Yi, but Qi Yi showed no intention of following her away.
Yan Yan didn’t want to watch her boyfriend get into a gang fight at all.
Moreover, it only counts as a gang fight when both groups clash together.
If a fight broke out now, Qi Yi would have to face off against three.
Being outnumbered was one thing, but Yan Yan was someone who simply couldn’t fight.
Otherwise, if she were strong in combat, at least she’d have her high heels as a weapon to help take care of a third of them.
Perhaps she had watched too many old Triad movies as a kid, for upon seeing this Evil Spirit-like person, Yan Yan’s mind was flooded with all sorts of scenarios.
Even Yan Ling, who "loved" fighting, wouldn’t necessarily be a match for these few, let alone her Great Mathematician boyfriend.
Fighting wasn’t a problem that could be solved with calculations and brains.
Yan Yan had a psychological shadow when it came to fighting.
This shadow was unrelated to winning or losing.
Back in elementary school, Yan Ling had fought someone because they had targeted her.
The result was being sent to the United States at the age of 13.
Since then, Yan Yan particularly disliked when someone fought with others because of her.
The kind of scenario where someone effortlessly takes down several others on the street, making current or future boyfriends play the hero—it was the most absurd thing to Yan Yan.
Keep in mind, the United States is a nation where firearms are legal.
Getting into conflicts at the drop of a hat, especially in public, is the epitome of not valuing one’s own life and safety.
Unnecessary trouble should be avoided at all costs.
Yan Yan never entertained the notion that a real man has to fight and put his life on the line for her.
She has always believed that women should talk, not engage in physical confrontations.
But Qi Yi showed no desire to leave at all.
Intelligence isn’t useful in a fight, so why are we not leaving yet?
Yan Yan’s anxiety was written all over her face.
The tattooed, intimidating man, seeing Yan Yan wanting to leave, didn’t pursue them but instead turned back to where he was sitting to fetch his two accomplices.
The other two had been playing on their phones, but after a few words from their tattooed, burly leader, they immediately looked up at Yan Yan’s location.
If it came to a war of words, Yan Yan had some confidence; even if she couldn’t handle it, Qi Yi alone could render three speechless with his words.
But if it came to actual physical combat, Yan Yan’s ability to fight was abysmal.
The two who looked up didn’t appear intimidating at all.
In fact, they seemed like somewhat refined, even a bit bookish American boys.
In Yan Yan’s life experience, she had never been in a scuffle, and all her knowledge about fighting came from movies she had watched.
After assessing these two, she felt like they were the truly dangerous types.
It’s usually only lackeys who need to mark every inch of their flesh with colorful, intimidating tattoos.
The truly formidable ones often don’t appear to be anything special on the surface.
Silent and deadly, capable of incapacitating someone with a single strike.
Yan Yan didn’t know what bad thing she had done to offend these people.
When there was only one person paying attention to them, Yan Yan could still pull Qi Yi away and make a run for it.
What should they do now?
Wearing high heels certainly wasn’t suitable for running away, but even if she took off her high heels, she wouldn’t necessarily be able to outrun this gang of three.
The flagship store of Y.Y was on a main street in the center of Manhattan, so they shouldn’t just pull out a gun or anything like that, right?
Yan Yan no longer knew what she was thinking.
Why wasn’t Qi Yi leaving?
Could it be that she was calculating the best escape route?
Yan Yan had seen a lot in her life, but she had never witnessed a fight.
Facing this kind of situation for the first time, it was inevitable that she felt somewhat scared.
Yan Yan hadn’t spent much time in New York, so she wasn’t very familiar with the safety situation there.
She had visited numerous times but was always a stranger in an unfamiliar place.
In New York, if she wasn’t in bed, then she was on her way to a restaurant or the studio.
The chances of her leisurely walking around in the evening were so few that they could be counted on one hand.
Yan Yan was anything but calm, all her nervousness was written on her face.
"Why have you suddenly gripped my hand so tightly?" Qi Yi felt the strength in Yan Yan’s grasp was significantly different from usual.
"These guys look like they can fight; we should still choose to leave. Have you picked a direction? How should we run?" Yan Yan tried to appear calm, but she still looked anxiously at Qi Yi.
"Hold on, I’ll go ask them what’s going on," Qi Yi said with a smile, patting Yan Yan’s hand that was gripping hers.
"Why go ask? We can slowly figure it out once we get back," Yan Yan strongly disagreed.
"If we’re going to run, we need to let go first; we can’t run fast if we’re holding hands, right?" Qi Yi asked Yan Yan.
Qi Yi didn’t seem nervous at all.
Yan Yan didn’t want to let go, but Qi Yi’s reasoning seemed sound.
Yan Yan had hesitated and just loosened her grip on Qi Yi’s hand when Qi Yi walked decisively towards the gang of three without a moment’s pause.
The three people had now all stood up, apparently discussing something.
They looked over at Yan Yan’s side with a predatory gaze.
Had Qi Yi actually just walked over there?
Could it be that besides being good at studying, she was also skilled in fighting?
Perhaps in high school, she just never had the opportunity to fight, not that she couldn’t fight?
But Yan Yan might have been overthinking.
Qi Yi spoke with those people, and after what appeared to be only a sentence or two, the three of them ran off in a puff of smoke.
They ran forward a short distance, then turned a corner and headed into Rockefeller Center.
The rapid escape of the three people left Yan Yan standing there, stunned, unsure of how to react.
Was it possible that Qi Yi’s reputation in New York’s fighting circles was so formidable that these people were scared off just by hearing her name and immediately sought help?
"We should hurry and run too, otherwise the reservation I made could be lost to someone else," Qi Yi said, pulling Yan Yan to "make a run for it," but in their panic, they chose the same path as the three people had just taken.
"Why are we running this way? Did you make an error in calculating the route?" Yan Yan was being pulled along by Qi Yi when she realized they seemed to have chosen the wrong path.
"No mistake, just follow me; that’s correct," responded Qi Yi with her usual composed demeanor, as if she held everything under control.
Yan Yan was clearly very scared, but hearing Qi Yi say that, she didn’t know why, but she just trusted her.
Yan Yan had initially not wanted to come to the Rockefeller Center to eat, but because of the incident with the evil spirit, she ended up following Qi Yi inside, utterly compliant.
