Li Xianyun looked at Zhuo Ma, "From now on, it's up to you, no need to hold back."
"Yes!"
Zhuo Ma walked towards Little Huzi and the thugs with a smile.
Zhuo Ma had the typical physique of a Khitan woman, tall and sturdy, but even so, she was no match for a man.
Little Huzi didn't take Zhuo Ma seriously at all, his face full of scorn and ridicule.
But when Zhuo Ma knocked down a man over seven feet tall with a punch, these men no longer dared to underestimate her.
Soon, Zhuo Ma had beaten Little Huzi and his men to the ground, a total mess.
Li Xianyun and Youlan were sitting on a stone stool at the street corner, watching Zhuo Ma fight. Left hooks, sweeping kicks, every move hit the vital points, fast, accurate, and ruthless—truly someone who had once followed Yelu Yan.
Youlan teased, "My lady, I didn't expect Zhuo Ma to be so formidable in a fight. I won't dare to provoke her again."
