The young man's brows were fierce, and in his hand, he dragged an iron rod, lifting it high above his head before ruthlessly smashing it down on the scarred man's skull.
Brother Biao was stunned by the blow, blood continuously gushing from his head as he felt dizzy. With a ferocious face, he clenched his knife and stabbed wildly at the other, "Die!"
Lu Jun's eyes were fierce as he sidestepped the blade's edge and delivered a powerful kick to the chest of the man before him.
The next second.
The man, like a kite with its string cut, flew several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Brother Biao!" Several henchmen were stupefied; they had not anticipated their boss being overpowered so quickly.
Lu Jun walked up to the young girl and crouched down to meet her bright, worried eyes. He smiled slightly, "It's over now."
At that moment, things took an unexpected turn...
"Not bad at all!" A somewhat familiar female voice rang out.
