With a muffled thud, the man hugging Wen Xu collapsed limply to the ground.
Wen Xu, his eyes red with fury, turned back to look at Jiang Yi and then cracked a smile, saying, "Nicely done."
Jiang Yi, not the least bit modest, clenched the half-bottle of beer in her hand and said, "I was already reigning supreme in the alleys behind my grandfather's house at the age of 13, I'm full of fight experience."
Hearing this, Wen Xu laughed and reignited his fighting spirit, "Just make sure you don't mess up your looks, or I won't be able to explain it to my brother."
Jiang Yi retorted, "You better worry about your own head of green hair, don't come crying to me if it all falls out."
Talking as they went, the two swung their makeshift weapons and clashed with the people coming at them…
By the time the police car arrived, Jiang Yi and Wen Xu were sitting at the base of a moldy wall, gasping for air, with a heap of bodies around them.
