Zhang Xian saw the strangers arise and attack without a word. He was angry and slapped away two of the middle-aged men in fury.
He had a lot of strength; after one blow, the two men fell to the ground unconscious.
"Ah..." Upon seeing the fight break out, Dong Qian hastily retreated.
Mo Shaoyun and Xiao Nan also withdrew to the back of the BMW, anxiously watching the ongoing battle. Luckily, Zhang Xian was a capable fighter, so they weren't overly worried.
"Bang... bang..."
Another two middle-aged men were knocked flying and didn't get back up.
The swift failure of his subordinates terrified the leading middle-aged man, causing him to turn tail and bolt towards the nearest compact car.
"Think you can run?" Zhang Xian moved fast, catching up with the middle-aged man in a few strides. He grabbed him by the collar and demanded, "Who sent you?"
The middle-aged man was very frightened and trembled without speaking.
