"Yes? Who's the one beating?" As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhe charged toward the group of people. Every punch and kick was filled with power and explosive force. He was fast, ruthless, and accurate.
In the blink of an eye, a bunch of moaning men was lying on the ground, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
"You ... Who are you? Don't come over!" The last man standing was scared out of his wits. He stammered out these words, turned around, and ran away. He was afraid that if he ran a second late, he would become one of the people lying on the ground.
Seeing this, Yu Zhao's mouth twitched. This guy was too valiant.
He looked sick every day.
Jiang Zhe turned around and glanced at her. "Let's go."
After saying that, he walked straight to his car.
Yu Zhao shrugged her shoulders and followed.
When Jiang Zhe was about to reach the car, he suddenly bent and looked uncomfortable.
