Huo Yao glanced sideways at the attackers. She smiled with no restrain but her eyes were bereft of any warmth. In an instant, she moved in on them with the stick.
A look of surprise swept across Chen Ming's face when he saw Huo Yao's moves. However, this was no time to get distracted. He swiftly raised his leg, kicked an attacker away, and started to take care of these people.
In no more than five minutes, dozens of highly skilled fighters lay sprawled on the ground. Before they could even scream, they were taken down by the unknown man and woman.
A man gradually walked out from inside holding another man covered with blood in front of him. The man's face was covered with so much blood that he was almost unrecognizable.
Huo Yao narrowed her eyes. She held the stick so tightly that veins throbbed on the back of her hands.
It was her second older brother.
