Zhu Qing waved a broom around — hitting the muscular man over the head while ducking and avoiding his pursuit.
Despite several strikes to his head, the man was riled up but unable to grab Zhu Qing. She was spry and swooped around like an elf, effectively using her broom to ward him off.
Suddenly, he stopped chasing and seized the right opportunity to grab the incoming broom, intending to pull Zhu Qing closer. Just then, a fist descended from above.
The man staggered a few times before finally collapsing. He didn't get up again.
"Bastard..." Zhu Qing, who was previously frightened, was now indignant. Even though the man had fainted, she continued to fiercely smack his face with her broom a few more times.
Zhang Xian, on the other hand, had also finished off the last standing muscular man. He interrogated coolly, "Who sent you here?"
"It...was Young Master Ping who sent us." The man stuttered in response.
