The people Yu Chao brought weren't anything special. An Yeran had faced professional bodyguards in a straight fight before in her original world.
She had always been strong growing up, ate a lot, and developed rapidly, much like a pig. Coupled with her father's rigorous power training, by third grade, she could defeat anyone in her neighbourhood; she'd even made the school bully from the high school across the street cry.
The villa was abuzz with music, while sorrowful wails could be heard outside.
The sound of heavy objects hitting the floor and fists clashing against each other echoed endlessly.
When all noises subsided and tranquility prevailed, the moon peeping from behind the clouds slowly revealed itself.
The moonlight bathed the petite girl's body with a silvery glow.
An Yeran sat on one of them, a few scrapes on her face, but it wasn't a big deal. Beneath her foot was another body, the rest lay scattered, their faces bruised and drooling.
