However, she instinctively took down more than a dozen thugs, but because there were too many of them, she eventually ran out of strength.
Just as she tried to walk around the back of the car, another assailant grinned and pounced on her from behind.
Zi Xi instinctively dodged to the side, but because she was a beat too slow, a sharp pain shot through her left arm.
The other person's dagger slashed her sleeve, leaving several bloody marks.
The intense pain made her freeze, and she staggered.
As the thugs closed in again, a rough, large hand was about to cover her mouth and nose.
The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached.
A black car sped towards us from the end of the road.
It showed no sign of slowing down; instead, it roared to life and hurtled straight toward the rear of the silver-gray sedan blocking the road with a destructive force.
With a deafening crash, the black sedan, at the cost of severe damage to its front end, rammed the silver-gray sedan, causing it to slide forward several meters and clearing a small space.
Everyone was stunned by this reckless turn of events.
The door of the black sedan was kicked open, and a figure stepped out like a demon returned from hell, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Lu Qianhan has arrived.
He was wearing a black shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing his sharp collarbone.
His usually pale face was now tinged with a terrifying ferocity due to his rage, and his deep eyes were no longer the restless crimson, but rather filled with an icy killing intent.
Without the slightest hesitation, or even a moment's pause to glance at his surroundings, his gaze instantly locked onto the two thugs who were holding Zi Xi.
The movement was so fast that it left only a blur.
He closed in and delivered a swift and ruthless chop to the carotid artery of the assailant on his left. The man collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.
At the same time, his right leg swept out like a steel whip, kicking the right side of the assailant's knee with a sharp whistling sound.
A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound of bone breaking was clearly audible.
The thug let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his twisted leg as he collapsed and rolled on the ground.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The remaining thugs then realized what was happening, and in shock and anger, they all pulled out the daggers and clubs they were carrying and attacked Lu Qianhan.
However, Lu Qianhan at this moment was completely different from the man who was usually trapped in his bedroom, tormented by madness and rendered vulnerable.
Lu Qianhan's skills were incredibly agile; every move she made went straight for the vital points, demonstrating an almost instinctive fighting spirit.
He was like a tiger among sheep, invincible.
In just five minutes, apart from the one who was initially stabbed in the arm by Zi Xi and the two who were dealt with by Lu Qianhan immediately.
The remaining five or six thugs had all fallen to the ground, unable to resist and groaning in pain.
The scene was a mess, filled with the smells of gasoline, blood, and dust.
Lu Qianhan stood in the middle of the chaos, slightly out of breath. There was a tear in the cuff of his black shirt, from which a little blood seeped out, and there was also a glaring bright red on the corner of his lips.
It's unclear whether it belonged to someone else or if he accidentally bit it open during the intense fight.
He raised his hand and casually and roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, the action carrying a wild arrogance. He turned around and looked at Zixi, who was leaning against the car.
Lu Qianhan walked up to her in a few steps, his tall figure exuding a strong sense of oppression that completely enveloped her.
His gaze swept quickly over her, and he only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she had not suffered any obvious harm.
However, an indescribable sense of lingering fear kept his heart pounding.
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