Zhang Mengjie, seething with killing aura, snapped the brawny man's wrist. Then, with a sudden and vicious kick to the knee of the brawny man's thigh, a crisp crack was heard, and the brawny man helplessly knelt to the ground, his entire thigh and knee completely broken by Zhang Mengjie.
In agony, the brawny man howled in pain, but Zhang Mengjie kept a firm grip on his wrist, her gaze like torches as she swept it over everyone present who wished her dead.
A few strands of her bloodied black hair inadvertently covered half of her eyes. On the dimly lit street, she appeared eerily formidable.
After letting go of the brawny man, Zhang Mengjie stood alone in the midst of the crowd, her eyes defiant, her aura of murder growing even more intense.
"She has no weapon in her hand now, and her physical strength is plummeting. Strike at her weakness, take her life! Brothers, kill her!"
