"Wait in the car for me, I'll be back soon,"
Fang Sijie's mind was still ringing with the words Ye Qiu had just said to her. He really was okay! Was she dreaming?
Fang Sijie felt everything that had just happened seemed unreal. Ignoring the danger, she got out of the car only to see, sprawled haphazardly across the ground, dozens of people wailing in pain, and even more clustered together, faces full of terror, thoroughly petrified.
"Did he really do it?" Fang Sijie rubbed her eyes. To her, it was unbelievable. One man against a hundred, and it was that one man who had beaten the hundred until they had wet themselves in fright.
Ye Qiu's figure was nowhere in sight, but the lingering power of his presence was still there. Even though Fang Sijie had left the car, no one dared lay a finger on her.
They were utterly cowed by Ye Qiu. In their eyes, Ye Qiu was like a god.
