He shouted, and Han San, who was standing behind Rong Shang, immediately lowered his eyes and glanced at the pistol on the ground.
He quickly bent down and reached out his hand, but before his fingertips could even touch the gun, the woman suddenly turned around and kicked the pistol off the ground.
Frowning, Han San and Zhan Minglei exchanged a glance, and the other man just stood up, leaning against the wall behind him.
She's just a woman.
They simply refused to believe that two grown men couldn't defeat a woman.
At this moment, Zhan Minglei and Han San exchanged glances, then attacked from both sides, clenching their fists and striking at Rong Shang.
In an instant, the wind from the punch whistled, and Rong Chang's expression turned cold, a half-smile curling up at the corner of her mouth.
Then, as Han San swung his fist down, she intercepted his wrist with one hand and flashed in front of him with the other, striking him directly on the neck.
"Well!"
Han San instantly looked up in pain. In the blink of an eye, Zhan Minglei's fist hadn't even touched Rong Shang's back when the woman turned and kicked him hard.
"Smack!"
Zhan Minglei slammed his back against the hard wall behind him, wincing in pain and looking utterly incredulous.
When Rong Shang tossed Han San over like a chick and he landed beside him, Zhan Minglei finally got a clear look at the young man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, not far away.
His mouth was full of blood, and he had been lying on the ground for a long time, unable to get up. He looked much more seriously injured than the others.
Zhan Minglei recalled the scene just now; it seemed that the man had been beaten out of there by something.
Zhan Minglei looked up and saw the door that was broken in half.
Now, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Warm lights shone down in the corridor.
Rong Shang's interested gaze swept over the three people on the ground.
"Tsk."
She took a step forward, walked over and kicked Zhan Minglei, "You, I'll leave you for Zhan Nanting to deal with."
"You brat, my men are right outside. Do you think you can touch me today?"
Zhan Minglei gritted his teeth slightly.
Having spent so many years navigating the social scene, Zhan Minglei felt utterly humiliated to be taught a lesson by a mere young girl.
He sat up against the wall, glaring fiercely at Rong Shang, and said menacingly, "Let me tell you, if anything happens to me here tonight, you won't be able to escape either."
"At worst, we'll fight to the death."
Since he can't get anything, Zhan Nanting shouldn't even think about having a good time.
Rong Shang scoffed, then took a few steps back and leaned against the cold wall opposite the group.
With her eyes closed, Rong Chang counted how long it would take for Zhan Nanting to arrive.
Meanwhile, sounds kept coming from the other side. (Expressions/expressions)
Rong Shang knew without even looking that Han San was on the phone.
Just as Zhan Minglei said, the cruise ship tonight is indeed a mixed bag.
Not only were Zhan Minglei's men lying in ambush, but Jiang Shaoyao's were as well.
She knew all of this from the very beginning.
After waiting for about a minute, I finally heard a series of hurried footsteps.
Rong Shang suddenly lifted her eyes, and saw Zhan Minglei, who had already stood up from the ground, looking sullen.
"What, still can't get through on the phone?"
He glanced at Han San beside him, and after seeing the other nod, Zhan Minglei couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, "Damn it!"
A bunch of good-for-nothings, they can never be relied on when it matters!
Just then, a sound came from the other end of the corridor, and Zhan Minglei frowned and subconsciously turned his head to look.
In an instant, a hint of panic flashed across his face.
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