Mud flew into their eyes, noses, and even mouths.
Caught off guard, the three men clutched their eyes, howling in agony.
And instinctively let go of Song Weiyi.
With a hook of his leg, Sheng Jinsen kicked the still dazed Liu Qinglong, seized Song Weiyi's hand, and yanked her violently toward the outside, "Run fast."
At this moment, his actions clearly weren't honorable.
But if they still cared about being honorable at this time, they both might as well be ready to be slaughtered by Liu Qinglong.
"Okay... okay." Weiyi panicked, with only instinct left in her, she desperately followed Sheng Jinsen's footsteps, running outside.
"Damn it, chase them, see where they can run to!" Liu Qinglong roared with fury, pointing at the backs of the two, commanding his men to immediately pursue.
Their eyes were blood-red, from the mud that had flown in, they kept rubbing, still in discomfort, and tears continued to flow.
"Yes, yes..."
