A club was coming at her.
Shi Ran dodged sideways, as fast as a shadow.
She grabbed the club backhanded and thrusted it forward.
The thug with the club then fell forward, sprawling onto the ground.
Shi Ran took over the wooden club, slung it over her shoulder and stretched her neck.
Then her gaze sharpened.
Left and right hook, flying kick, bent waist, throat lock…
Her eyes were like torches, her movements were fast, accurate, and ruthless. She was so agile that one could not help but exclaim.
After three minutes, the group of people who were originally arrogant were already lying flat on the ground, curling up their bodies and wailing in pain.
Then, Shi Ran's gaze landed on the blonde man who was still standing.
Screech.
She held the club casually in her hand, scraping it across the ground, making a screeching sound.
The blonde-haired gangster's face instantly turned pale and turned to run.
