Wu Qingming ran over, but it was already too late; Liu Xianghu had already beaten everyone to the ground.
With Liu Xianghu as a fierce deity here, and Wu Qingming as another fierce star approaching, this ragtag group finally got scared, terrified beyond measure, scrambling down the road, fleeing in a panic, pell-mell.
Tang Guohui and his team had endured the cold for nearly two hours for this result. Wu Qingming and Liu Xianghu pretended not to have had enough beating and chased after them directly. Tang Guohui waved his hand, and the team members who had been lurking for a long time quietly stood up, trailing far behind the crowd and also chased after them.
Ling Er, Ling Xiangwu, sat in the truck cabin, witnessing this blood-boiling scene. In the cold winter of minus ten degrees, his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, surprisingly sweating.
