Two figures swiftly got out of the car and walked over, dust stirring in the beam of the headlights.
Those two moved with agility and precision, engaging with the group surrounding Zhou Li without saying a word.
Zhou Li was startled. When she looked closely, she recognized that familiar face—it was Li Jing!
Li Jing, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit, moved nimbly through the opposing crowd.
He used both his hands and feet fluidly, his clothes flapping in the wind, the sheer power evident to any bystander.
With every move and strike, he hit accurately, landing punches with force. The middle-aged man before him didn't have time to react, only managing a muffled grunt before being driven back repeatedly.
Brother Dao, seeing this, was both shocked and enraged. With a glance, he signaled to the two beside him to tackle Li Jing together, attempting to use their advantage in numbers to subdue him.
