Yun Jian did look a bit young, especially with her petite frame.
Zhang Qin's grandfather and his men were a different story. They were definitely older in appearance but they looked aggressive when they charged at the ladies brandishing their shovels, not looking like old men at all.—More importantly, they had weapons in their hands!
The reality, nonetheless, was the exact opposite of the expected. Yun Jian, the girl who looked like she could not even hold a fight, kicked the shovels off these old men away in an instant. Wherever she had weaved herself through, the senior men fell. They did not look like they sustained any fatal injury but the elderly men were subdued.
There was no splatter of blood like the spectators were expecting, at least.
Collapsing to the ground, Zhang Qin's grandfather and his pals were actually in pain from the solid fall.
