Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 364: Chapter 361

Meanwhile, Wen Xian shockingly recognized the person who had hit her, feeling another jolt deep within her heart.

It was none other than her boyfriend from school!

The scumbag who deceived her feelings, money, and even wanted to sleep with her!

“Damn it, it’s you, this piece of trash! You’re freaking dead today!”

Wen Xian gritted her teeth.

Watching the scene unfold were several others, including a girl who was laughing and taking photos and videos with her phone, aiming it at the bullied Li Zaijun.

But the next second, the girl’s phone was suddenly snatched away.

Accompanied by her scream and before she could react, she saw someone wielding a wine bottle, smashing it mercilessly onto the head of their student council president.

In an instant, the bottle shattered, and the remaining liquid exploded outwards, splashing everywhere…!

“Ah…!”

Screams erupted, and the bystanders quickly scattered, fixing their clothes, “Damn, who was that—”

When they hurriedly looked back, they were dumbfounded.

A woman, emerging from nowhere, wearing a mask and a duckbill hat, was grasping the president’s hair and brutally slamming his head against the wall, leaving him no chance to fight back.

When she dragged him back again, the president’s nose was already gushing with blood, and his head was bruised and purple.

“Damn, you bitch! I swear if I don’t beat you unrecognizable today, my last name isn’t Wen!”

With that, she landed a fierce kick to his abdomen, sending him flying into their crowd.

Wen Xian had intended to beat up the scumbag to avenge Little Zaijun, but she never expected it would happen at this moment, so suddenly.

So suddenly, she had no idea what on earth was happening.

Wasn’t she here to drink with her female classmates? How could she have encountered her ex-boyfriend?

However, with a little thought, she could guess there was definitely something fishy going on!

“Hey! Who the hell are you? Mind your own damn business!”

A young guy with blonde hair yelled angrily, threatening fiercely.

Wen Xian gave him a cold glance, then turned to Li Zaijun, who was disheveled in the corner, and without saying a word, took off her outerwear and wrapped it around her.

“Get to the restroom,” she snapped.

Then, turning back to face the group of people,

Wen Xian, dressed in a black high-neck sweater, tight dark-blue jeans, and black leather boots, started to loosen up her neck and wrists.

Her cold, beautiful eyes released a sharp and fierce light.

“Damn! Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a woman—ah…!”

Just as the blonde-haired guy cursed and charged at her with a bottle, Wen Xian also rushed forward, grabbing his arm and elbow and executed a vicious shoulder throw—!

He screamed miserably, writhing and howling in agony on the ground.

This scene was fast and brutal, instantly shocking and daunting the bunch of youngsters, deflating their courage.

Meanwhile, the president, lying in a mess on the ground, wiped the blood from his nose and angrily shouted:

“What are you standing there for, get them—!”

At his command, several more youngsters let out a roar and recklessly rushed forward.

Wen Xian, her rage seeking an outlet, punched fiercely at someone’s eye socket.

When another person charged at her from the side, she deftly dodged and kicked them hard in the back, sending him crashing into the counter’s table.