Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

Chi Morong loosened his hand, pushed the woman in his arms away, and walked towards Chen Cheng step by step.

Jiang Yuange was caught off guard and was pushed. Her slender high heels made her unstable and she staggered back a few steps.

Tian Tian, ​​who had been paying attention to the situation here, walked over quickly and helped her steady herself.

"Sister Yuange, are you okay?"

Jiang Yuange grabbed Tian Tian's arm and shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on Chi Morong's back.

The atmosphere at the scene froze as Chi Morong walked forward.

Everyone present, Jiang Yuange, Tian Tian, ​​Tang Lin, Gao Yue, and Song Zhiwen who arrived later, all stood there, not daring to breathe, their eyes fixed on the tall figure.

Jiang Yuange held Tian Tian's arm tightly, his heart in his throat.

Chi Morong did not see the situation behind him, but from the sudden tightening of the eyes of the man in front of him, he was once again certain of one thing in his heart: the man in front of him was attracted to Jiang Yuange.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Chi Morong clenched his fists.

The next second, the clenched fist swung out.

Chi Morong's fist hit Chen Cheng's cheek hard, making a dull sound.

Chen Cheng's head was knocked to the side by the punch. He instantly felt a taste of rust in his mouth and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene. They had never seen Chi Morong so angry.

Chi Morong's fists were still clenched tightly, his eyes were cold and determined, as if he wanted to defeat Chen Cheng completely.

Jiang Yuange grabbed Tian Tian's arm tightly, his heart beating faster and his face full of fear.

She didn't expect Chi Morong to be so angry because of her. She even felt the strong murderous aura emanating from Chi Morong.

Tian Tian's face also turned pale. She used all her strength to steady Jiang Yuange, her heart filled with worry and fear.

Tang Lin, Gao Yue and Song Zhiwen were also stunned where they were. They looked at the scene in front of them, their hearts filled with shock and anxiety.

They never thought that Chi Morong would become so angry because of a woman.

Chen Cheng rubbed his swollen cheek and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

The next second, he punched Chi Morong without mercy.

Chi Morong dodged the punch calmly and effortlessly resolved Chen Cheng's attack.

Chi Morong looked at Chen Cheng coldly, his eyes revealing a resolute determination that no one could covet what belonged to him.

The two men started fighting each other with punches.

With every punch, a heavy feeling filled the air, as if the whole world had stopped.

Song Zhiwen knew his boss's skills, so he was not worried at all when he saw his boss fighting with others.

Chen Cheng just turned his gaze to the fight with his boss, and was surprised when he saw the other party easily avoid the punch swung at him. He didn't expect that the other party was also a martial artist and had some skills.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Chi Morong dodged Chen Cheng's attacks flexibly, his movements smooth and accurate.

Each dodge seemed easy and natural, like a graceful movement in a dance.

Although Chen Cheng's attack was very fierce, it was difficult to hit Chi Morong.

Chi Morong did not just defend himself. Chen Cheng's attack was like adding fuel to the fire, making his anger even more intense and making him want to step on the man in front of him hard.

Chi Morong no longer dodged or defended. He swung his fist and moved closer to Chen Cheng, and another punch landed on the opponent's face.

At the same time, Chen Cheng's fist quickly hit Chi Morong's body, making a crisp impact sound.

The two of them went back and forth, giving people a feeling that they were evenly matched.

Every time Chi Morong threw a punch, it was like venting his inner feelings. He had only one goal, which was to defeat Chen Cheng, step on him, and make him no longer dare to covet his things.

Chen Cheng gritted his teeth and punched and kicked his opponent.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the sounds of the two men's breathing and fists echoing in the air.

Soon, both men had bruises on their faces, but no one of them stopped.

There was a firmness and determination in their eyes: to defeat the other side.