"You must leave immediately," Xu Da urged. "If you stay, you'll only distract me. You'll be of no help at all!"
Feng Yueyue bit her lower lip hard, knowing now wasn't the time to argue. After a moment's hesitation, she said in a low voice, "Then please, be extremely careful..."
With those words, she turned and ran outside as fast as she could.
Two of Wang Jin's men moved to block her, but Xu Da charged forward without a second thought and engaged them both in a fight. After a flurry of five or six moves, Xu Da was struck simultaneously by both men. The blow sent him flying through the air, crashing onto a nearby table laden with drinks.
The table shattered instantly, sending bottles flying everywhere. Just as Xu Da tried to push himself up, the cold barrel of a pistol was pressed against his head.
"Think you can play games with me, kid?"
"You're not qualified!" The words were no sooner spoken than the gun came down hard on the back of his head.
