Annabelle pushed the door open and got out of the car.
The rowdy youngsters were still caught up in their excitement, completely oblivious to the severity of the situation. Seeing Annabelle's striking figure, their lewd laughter grew louder as they got out of their vehicle, spewing filth and foul language incessantly.
"Have you been to Los Angeles before?"
Jiang Chen asked.
"Once."
"Has it always been like this?" Jiang Chen turned his head.
Pei Yunxi, unruffled, responded, "Maybe you're just lucky."
Jiang Chen chuckled wryly.
Two cars stopped on the road.
Outside.
With a sinister smile, the tattooed white youth approached Annabelle, reaching out to grab what his heart was screaming "Wow" at.
Jiang Chen watched calmly, silently mourning the fellow's fate.
Surrounded by the men, Annabelle's expression remained blank as she grabbed the scoundrel's wrist, effectively immobilizing him.
"Crack!"
Wrist easily broken.
Then, a kick brutal and vicious, executed perfectly.
