The middle-aged man left with his guards in the damaged escort car, looking defeated. Fang Yuying's face didn't show any trace of triumph, just maintaining that fierce posture from before.
Fang Yuying stared at Xia Zihe with a 'mess with me and I will fight you to the end' stance, fearing no one.
Beside her, Fang Yi watched the tough Fang Yuying, feeling an urge to laugh—not out of mockery, but because Fang Yuying, the woman among the warriors, had perfected that vigor to the pinnacle.
On the opposite side, Xia Zihe and his group dared not utter a word. This was the terror of Fang Yuying. Fang Yi also kind of understood that in Tianjing, Fang Yuying truly ranked as the big sister head, alone and even more dominant and wild than him.
The two groups faced off, and the atmosphere solidified. At this moment, it was a contest of who had the stronger backing, the more influential status, and the greater courage.
But from the current situation, Fang Yuying clearly had the upper hand.
