Wen Shui reached out, taking a weapon from underneath the wheelchair seat and opening the car door: "You, look after him."
"Wen Shui." Seeing this, Han Changqing turned and left the car too.
Wen Shui bolted onto the car roof, his form swift like a swallow, brandishing his weapon. A silhouette appeared overhead and kicked him down.
Wen Shui performed a mid-air flip, reached out with a hand, grabbing the man's leg and forcefully twisted! Breaking his leg!
"Ah." The man screamed. Han Changqing rushed over and subdued two more.
Meanwhile, men on the freight truck rushed towards them, tightening their encirclement and forcing them to retreat. One of them approached, opened the truck doors, and pointed a weapon at Xiao Mohan.
"Ah, bang." Xiao Mohan, with his bloodthirsty gaze, glared at the man while darting forward, forcefully wringing his neck.
His entire body felt like it was on fire, as he sought to release his pain; clutching the man strongly, he slammed him into the ground.
