Li Qiao was right— even if she wanted to sit quietly by the pool and watch the excitement, the attackers wouldn't accommodate her.
With his lean and strong figure standing firm, Shang Yu curved his thin lips slightly and admonished in a deep voice, "Don't get hurt."
After his words, they both joined the fight.
These attackers indeed seemed to be more adept than your typical bodyguards, with their cleavers slicing through the air and every punch and kick carrying a powerful force.
A glint of blood shone through the chaos, suggesting that Wang Yue had been injured.
Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, ducked to avoid the oncoming strikes, and swiftly threw her knife at Wang Yue.
"Thank you, Miss Li!"
Wang Yue caught the handle of the knife, sneered coldly, and with a casual swing, the sharp blade sliced open an opponent's belly.
The battle wasn't extremely fierce, but the attackers seemed to change their tactics.
