Blondie swung the baseball bat directly at Lushen's face. Lushen sidestepped, dodging the attack, and at the same time, he didn't forget to pick up the wooden stick that Shen Wan had thrown to him. With a muffled thud, Blondie clutched his neck, his eyes rolling back, and he passed out.
Lushen was still seething, and he used the sole of his shoe to press down hard on the man's chest a few times before stopping. "That's what you get for being arrogant and cocky! Take that!"
Then he scurried over to Quan Hanting, "Hehe... Sixth Brother, I've got it all under control!" His eyes were full of hope, practically begging for praise.
"Alright."
"Huh?" That's it? Lushen was baffled.
With the crisis averted, Shen Wan stepped out of the man's embrace. Quan Hanting, lost in thought, didn't realize his hand that had been resting on her shoulder had suddenly dropped, and his heart sank.
