Yang Cheng didn't make a move; instead, he looked at Kong Lingwen, curling his lips into a smile, and said softly, "Lin Wen, you make the move."
Kong Lingwen was taken aback: "Me?"
"You're now a cultivator too, dealing with a few small thugs is more than enough, just think of it as practice."
Yang Cheng lowered his voice, then released his grip on Yellow Hair's wrist, stepping back to give her enough space to perform.
Kong Lingwen hesitated as she looked at the three thugs in front of her.
She had bodyguards with her since childhood and had never had a fight, let alone hit someone.
"Beautiful, your man is no good, pushing you out to take the bullet. Why not come with me; I'll protect you,"
Yellow Hair rubbed his reddened wrist, thinking Yang Xiaojun was scared, and approached with a grin, reaching out to hug Kong Lingwen's waist.
Kong Lingwen furrowed her brows slightly, instinctively kicking out.
The kick was quick and fierce, hitting Yellow Hair right in the stomach.
