Passersby who witnessed the scene were completely astounded.
"Sister is so awesome~" A nearby young boy was also stunned, but after snapping out of it, he immediately waved his hand and excitedly shouted.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the few people writhing on the ground, clutching their wounds in pain, and felt unsatisfied.
"Get up, come at me again."
"Don’t just stand there, do something, you’re making me feel embarrassed to hit you," Wen Xiao’ai said with a disgruntled face.
In past fights, she could at least exchange a few moves with those people. Why didn’t these people react, just standing there letting her hit them?
The crowd: Lady, you’ve got to speak with some sense of conscience, did you even give us a chance to react?!
A spiritless sound of sitting on the ground arose.
Wimp Brother’s legs gave out, and he directly plopped down on the ground, looking at Wen Xiao’ai as if she were a devil, full of terror.
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Do normal people have this kind of speed?
Wimp Brother fearfully swallowed his saliva, feeling as if he had been deceived.
This, this is nothing like what he had imagined.
Nobody told him that this girl was trained in combat.
When Wen Xiao’ai looked towards Wimp Brother, alarm bells rang in his head. Almost before his brain could react, his body instinctively scrambled up, forgetting the pain in his wrist, he got up intending to run.
However, just as he had taken two steps, that wooden stick, as if enchanted by a spell, smacked down hard on his back with incredible force.
Wimp Brother was immediately flattened on the ground.
"Why are you running, not waiting for your cousin to come?" Wen Xiao’ai teased, smiling as she watched Wimp Brother flattened by the swing of the stick.
A sudden murderous aura struck from behind.
"Sister, be careful."
Two cries of alarm sounded at the same time, Wen Xiao’ai quickly turned around, just about to deliver a spinning kick, but before she could strike, someone else acted before her.
Following the sound of the attacker hitting the ground, Hong Yi’s figure appeared in front of Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai blinked in surprise as she looked at the suddenly appearing Hong Yi.
"Yay~ What are you doing here?"
Hong Yi’s probing eyes surveyed Wen Xiao’ai, without responding to her comment, she simply said.
"Let’s go, back to the hotel."
"Ah? Back to the hotel? Has Jun Moyan come back?"
"No, he is still at my place."
A pleasant male voice arose, and a lean figure walked over from the opposite side of the street.
The person who had just joined the boy in warning Wen Xiao’ai to be careful was he.
Wen Xiao’ai frowned slightly as she looked at the man approaching them, "Why are you here? And why is my Jun Moyan at your place?"
Hearing Wen Xiao’ai say "my Jun Moyan", Bai Tang slightly furrowed his brow.
"My grandfather and Uncle Ming invited him, it has nothing to do with me."
"Oh, no wonder I didn’t see him after I woke up; I thought he had gone somewhere," said Wen Xiao’ai.
Bai Tang glanced at the few men Wen Xiao’ai had beaten down, still crying in pain on the ground, and asked with interest, "Quite skilled, aren’t you? Have you trained before?"
Having met this young girl only three times, twice she had surprised him—truly intriguing.
Honestly, compared to the last time when Wen Xiao’ai won over him at the casino, this time he was even more astonished by her.
He and Hong Yi had been standing across the street just a minute ago, just in time to witness the scene of Wen Xiao’ai swinging the stick at someone.
That speed, probably even Jun Moyan couldn’t match.
It was ridiculously fast.
Even a few times, when she swung the stick, he couldn’t even see it clearly.