Han Lie grasped his wrist, then gently twisted it downward...

Zhao Zhen instantly bent over, reaching out with his left hand to pry Han Lie's fingers off.

However, how could he possibly move them?!

Boxing and grappling were two different things, and Han Lie's Level 3 full boxing skills were of no use at this moment.

But with merely 79 points in Strength and Agility, he was still more than enough to completely suppress Zhao Zhen.

What exactly was the concept of the highest level of Excellence-grade strength?

Simply put, Han Lie could compete in a pure test of strength with an athlete in the 100-kilogram weight class. He might not win for sure, but he was definitely in the same league.

And with a build of 1.85 meters and weighing 75 kilograms, his strength was the cream of the crop.

Zhao Zhen had broad shoulders and a thick back, with clear signs of having worked out, looking very solid. But what could he do against an overpowered opponent? Was it the courage given by Fish Leong's song?

However, courage alone couldn't withstand pain...

Zhao Zhen's wrist was gripped for only two seconds, but he couldn't bear the pain and almost cried out. He only managed to endure it, driven by the conviction that he absolutely could not lose any more face.

Luckily, Han Lie never intended to do anything more to him.

Silently counting one, two, three, Han Lie timed it right to let go of his hand, gently guiding him to the side...

THUD!

A dull sound was heard, and then Zhao Zhen landed on his hands and knees in front of Pan Ge.

If the commotion before hadn't been significant, it certainly was now.

In an instant, several groups nearby turned their heads to look, and what they saw baffled a crowd of wealthy ladies, socialites, young women, and matrons.

One of the ladies gave Peng Hong a strange look and asked with ill intent, "Is your Zhao Zhen... confessing to Lele right now?"

Lele's mother had the temperament of a little princess and loved to watch a dramatic scene. She chimed in smilingly, "I actually quite like that boy, Zhao Zhen. Sister Hong, have your family thought it over?"

Socialite A, who had initially quarreled with Zhao Anni, immediately redirected her barbs at Peng Hong.

"Admirable courage, though a bit rash... Kneeling down to propose at a Cartier salon without even preparing a gift? That's hardly appropriate, is it?"

"Exactly! How did this boy chase girls in the past? Good grief!"

Peng Hong was so angry that her lips trembled, her fingers clutching her Hermès bag until they turned white.

Zhao Zhen, what are you doing?!

Actually, anyone with discerning eyes could see that this was certainly not a confession, but far more likely an accident.

But they had just turned their heads and hadn't seen what was happening in front. They only saw a group of the younger generation laughing heartily, completely unaware of any conflict.

Even if a conflict had occurred, it wasn't their place to interfere.

Their relationships with each other were stable, despite years of being somewhat rivalrous acquaintances. There was no reason for them to meddle in the conflicts of the younger generation.

Especially since Zhao Zhen was the oldest boy present, it was even less appropriate for Peng Hong to show concern. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Doesn't he care about his face?

So all Peng Hong could do was to laugh awkwardly and say, "Don't spout nonsense. Little Zhen has his eyes on Annie's girl. We just felt she was too young to discuss such things before. Now, we're also looking for a match for him, so..."

"Hold on!"

Socialite B suddenly interrupted Peng Hong, asking with a sneer, "Don't you know what we were just talking about?"

"Ah?" Peng Hong was confused. "I didn't hear anything earlier..."

Socialite C sarcastically chimed in, "Pan Ge already has a boyfriend. Annie was just flaunting her family's wealth—tsk tsk. Old Pan gave that boy a watch worth close to 50 million. Such desperate enthusiasm... It's simply insane!"

Peng Hong was completely dumbfounded.

"No, when did this happen... Annie?"

Zhao Anni smiled serenely, yet a barely perceptible sneer flashed in her eyes.

That piece of trash from your family, coveting our girl?

But she spoke politely, "Not long. They've only been dating for about a month, I think? Last time we went shopping, I didn't even know about it..."

Peng Hong bit her lower lip hard, feeling utterly humiliated.

I just used Pan Ge as a shield, and it turns out everyone knew she had a boyfriend except me. I arrived late, was kept in the dark, and look like a total clown.

What the hell is this!

Until this moment, no matter how embarrassing, Peng Hong didn't think it was a big deal.

Ignorance is no crime, right?

However, the next moment, when Zhao Zhen got up and furiously charged at the boy next to Pan Ge, the situation took a sudden and drastic turn.

"What is he doing?"

"Oh my! Are they going to fight?"

The socialites were so shocked their composure vanished, and they all cried out in alarm.

In the Magic Capital, seeing a fight was incredibly rare.

So the women, completely unprepared, were instantly in an uproar.

However, Zhao Zhen only came face to face with Han Lie, panting like a red-eyed bull, but he didn't make another move.

In that brief confrontation, he had clearly realized that he was more than just one level below Han Lie in terms of strength.

If there had been any chance of winning, he might have impulsively thrown a punch.

But with no hope at all...

I'm not fucking stupid!

Zhao Zhen had no intention of making another move. He just stood defiantly before Han Lie, panting like a red-eyed bull, and growled in a low voice, "Little bastard! Hick! Country bumpkin! You're fucking dead! Just you wait! I want to see how Pan Ge protects you!

"Shit! Hooked up with some top-tier rich beauty, and now you think you're some big shot, huh?

"You're jack shit!

"I could squash a freeloader like you with one finger!

"Is Cartier even a place someone like you is worthy of entering?"