"Shoosh!" Zhao Yuqing's movements were lightning-fast, her figure like a leaf in the autumn wind, drifting directly in front of Ma Chenggong.
Faced with Zhao Yuqing's sudden attack, Ma Chenggong had not a trace of fear on his face.
He snorted disdainfully, his corpulent body quivering with effort as he swung his palm like a blade, slamming it down heavily.
Zhao Yuqing couldn't match Ma Chenggong, her body like a kite with its string cut, and she was sent flying on the spot.
Wang Hao, quick as lightning, caught her in his arms.
"Are you alright?"
Zhao Yuqing's face was slightly pale, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.
However, she did not utter a sound, instead, she shook her head gently and said, "I'm fine, kill him!"
Wang Hao nodded and said, "Leave this old geezer to me, go and rescue Yiyi!"
Zhao Yuqing's eyes shifted, not saying a word, just nodding softly.
With her personality, she would definitely want to kill Ma Chenggong herself, to avenge her father.
