Xu Ying's entire body was cold and sharp, and she kicked straight at Zhao Jiazong's arm. Zhao Jiazong cried out in pain, his hand knocked to the side.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Xu Ying's hand grasped Zhao Jiazong's wrist, and a cracking sound followed. Zhao Jiazong let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah~ Murder!"
Xu Ying, irritated by the noise, kicked toward Zhao Jiazong's chest and said with slightly parted lips, "Scram."
Zhao Jiazong's eyes were bloodshot with pain as sweat poured from his body. Meeting Xu Ying's ice-cold gaze, he didn't dare not to submit. After glancing at Xu Ying, he repressed his resentment and quickly fled from the terrifying woman.
The people from the Youth Corps watched this scene, their bodies froze, and they stopped charging forward, looking at Xu Ying with terror in their eyes.
"Xu Ying, what do you want to do? Do you really think you can take on all of us alone?"
