Bleh!
Yang Ni spat blood, which had already dried at the corners of her mouth.
"Beat him to death!" Lv Fangxin, eyes red with fury, raised her ski pole and charged forward.
"Don't go! Everyone, form a line and face him together!" Yuwei shouted.
The coach froze for a moment. If the girls formed a line, they'd be harder to deal with.
It'd be easy for them to seize his hands and feet. At that point, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to hold out against their combined strength.
A flash of cruelty appeared in his eyes—he was ready to kill one of them to make an example.
Suddenly, two piercing headlights sliced through the snow fog in the distance.
A snowmobile, gliding like a lifeboat in stormy seas, appeared.
From the vehicle emerged a figure clad in a white down jacket—judging by her figure, a woman—holding a shotgun.
"Drop the blade."
