Li Qiao had just slammed the car door shut when Luoyu, due to her disordered offensive, gave the man an opening to exploit.
The man flung the dagger in his hand mercilessly into Luoyu’s left shoulder, splattering blood everywhere.
Then the man lifted his elbow and struck Luoyu’s jaw hard, pressing her neck down against the car hood.
The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body; this method of striking, much like that of a desperado.
At this moment, with the man’s elbow pressing on her throat, Luoyu lay sprawled on the hood, but her glaring eyes still showed an unwillingness to concede defeat.
"Who did you say would be the underdog today?" The man’s veiny arm pressed down on Luoyu’s throat again, and as she struggled to speak, his smile grew increasingly wild.
At such a moment, the cars blocked behind no longer honked their horns.
One by one, they cautiously started reversing, afraid that the violent scene would involve them.
Luoyu, captive and unable to speak, could only keep her bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the man in black.
Perhaps provoked by her gaze, the man clenched his teeth, lifted his knee, and rammed it into Luoyu’s abdomen, his expression malicious: "Keep looking at me like that, and I will..."
"Will what?" Suddenly, a particularly lazy voice came from behind.
Everyone was startled and turned their heads towards the sound.
Under the dim streetlamp, Li Qiao walked unhurriedly with one hand in her pocket, her clear deer-like eyes scanning the crowd, fearless and even a bit disdainful.
"Are you talking to me?"
The man turned, easing the force on the elbow pinning Luoyu slightly, his gaze aggressively sizing up Li Qiao.
She was an excessively beautiful girl with a slender figure, appearing fragile.
Li Qiao ignored him, her gaze resting on Luoyu’s shoulder, quickly assessing that the dagger had not hit any vital spots.
Well, she wouldn’t die.
At that moment, Luoyu heard Li Qiao’s voice, a flash of tension and annoyance crossing her eyes.
Did she have any idea what the situation was?
Coming back so abruptly, she was nothing but a nuisance!
Luoyu struggled, enduring the intense pain in her throat, and growled, "Get out—"
Already in a dire situation, she couldn’t afford to have Li Qiao dragged into this.
Li Qiao, with an indifferent face, glanced at her sideways: "Those whose minds are disturbed during a fight are not qualified to speak!"
Where did she get the confidence to stand so boldly in front of these desperados?
The man, listening to their exchange, was a bit slow to react.
What was the background of this incredibly delicate and beautiful girl?
However, before they could regain their composure, Li Qiao raised her hand to adjust her hair, asking impatiently, "Are we fighting or not? If not, scram!"
"You... ugh, fuck!" The man, who had been about to scoff at them amusedly, didn’t finish his sentence before Li Qiao suddenly spun around with a roundhouse kick, striking him right in the face.
The man cursed under his breath, his head buzzing.
This unexpected attack caught him completely off guard.
He stumbled against the car body, and with that, Luoyu regained her freedom.
Stumbling, she moved to Li Qiao’s side, shielding her behind herself.
Li Qiao frowned, looking at Luoyu’s back, and tugged at her, "Make way, the underdog!"
The underdog Luoyu: "..."
"Fuck, attack all together!" The man massaged his jaw, waved his hand, and the crowd launched into attack once more.
Luoyu, injured and confused, still tried to muster the strength to block all the attacks for Li Qiao, but it was largely ineffective.
Faintly, she heard another taunt: "Don’t you understand the principle of capturing the king first?"