Finally, the bunch of them were dealt with. Yue tingfeng heaved a sigh of relief. He did not waste his time coming here.
Lu xiuche stood at the side, dumbfounded. It's over, just like that?
Before he could even make a move, he saw Yue tingfeng jumping and spinning around in a pile of fallen people. The wooden stick in his hand was vigorous. He was not tall, but he was very agile. The adult men's movements were slow to begin with, and Yue tingfeng's stick seemed to have eyes, hitting their weak points where they were already injured. It did not take long for the men to be beaten to the ground like dead dogs.
The two young men stood in the middle of a group of people who had fallen, looking like cranes among chickens.
Lu xiuche did not know how to describe his current feelings. He looked at Yue tingfeng, then at the ground, and could not help but gulp.
