Lawrence Winters casually tossed the leg-broken bamboo chair towards the door.
Clang!
The chair hit the back of Ar Two's head. Without a sound, he collapsed at the door, also knocked out.
In the blink of an eye, Lawrence dealt with two people in less than five seconds.
But before she could turn around, suddenly a chill ran down her spine, and a gust of wind whooshed from behind. It was Brandon launching a sneak attack on her.
Without thinking, Lawrence swiftly bent backward like a bow, her waist as flexible as willow branches.
But suddenly, her arms supported her entire body weight, and she flipped over, her legs like sharp weapons, kicking straight at Brandon's chest.
While Lawrence was dealing with his two henchmen, Brandon had taken out his "Sleeve Ruler," his personal weapon. It looked less than half a foot long, but when fully extended, it was a full two feet.
