At her feet lay a broken cell phone; the screen flickered a few times before shattering completely.
"Who exactly are you people?"
"I advise you to get out of here right now, otherwise my brother will be here soon and you'll all be in big trouble."
It's the weekend, and there are no classes at the university.
The two went out shopping together.
But unexpectedly, they suddenly encountered this group of unfamiliar foreign martial artists.
These people all had dark skin, high noses, and deep-set eyes.
They were none other than the Forty Bandits of ancient Egypt.
They are ranked seventh, ninth, thirteenth, and fourteenth respectively, and they also have a group of henchmen under their command.
When Ye Feng was in ancient Egypt, he almost uprooted them completely.
They came here specifically to seek revenge.
Since we can't beat Ye Feng, we'll deal with his sister instead.
What's more, she's a female college student brimming with youthful energy; who wouldn't be attracted to her?
With the power of the Forty Bandits, finding out Ye Wushuang's whereabouts would not be difficult.
Beside her, Zhou Xiaoke, who had been injured while protecting her, had his cultivation suppressed by the other party. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with resentment and anger. He whispered to Ye Wushuang.
"Wushuang, you should leave quickly, I'll cover you."
"Xiao Ke, what are you saying? We're best friends, how could I leave you alone?"
Although Zhou Xiaoke had undergone experiments with Yan Ruyu's latest gene-based medicine, her cultivation level reached the eighth rank of the Martial Soul Realm in a short period of time.
It's fair to say that this effect is phenomenal.
But she was facing a group of highly skilled and unpredictable bandits, and she was no match for them at all.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaoke's thin white clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her body, outlining her exquisite and full figure.
Her waist was slender and her chest was proudly erect.
Deep inside the neckline, a hint of lace could be seen, binding those two majestic peaks.
The seventh bandit was a thin man with a weasel-like face and a cunning, lewd glint in his eyes; he was clearly no good.
He stared lecherously at the two beauties in front of him, his mouth practically watering, and said to Ye Wushuang with a smile.
"Heh, your stupid brother should have died in Hong Kong long ago. You're still hoping he'll come to save you?"
"Stop dreaming. If you have to blame someone, blame your brother for killing so many of us. Of course we're going to use you to vent our anger. Let me give you a good beating."
After saying that, he stretched out his withered, twig-like fingers and reached out to grab Ye Wushuang.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a crisp, stern reprimand rang out...
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