Li Mengying's ankle was sprained and her arm was numb and paralyzed. Losing support, she immediately fell down next to Yun Fei.
Yun Fei hurriedly moved to Li Mengying's side and held her in her arms, covering her exposed lower body.
"Don't be afraid, Ling Fan is here. We don't need to worry about anything now; he will avenge us!" Yun Fei comforted Li Mengying, her eyes filled with immense confidence and pride as she looked at Ling Fan.
Li Mengying pursed her lips, her face pale as she nodded slightly.
Ling Fan looked at the two women, his heart wrenchingly painful.
At the same time, his gaze swept over the people fallen on the stage one by one. He saw Qian Dayong, whose limbs were broken and was unconscious, Feng Qiang, who was grinning idiotically, Zhou Tianlu, who was inert, and the injured security guards groaning on the ground.
With each injured familiar face he saw, Ling Fan's expression grew colder, eventually it almost turned into tangible ice.
