The other hand was grabbed from behind.
Jian Liangtong felt her heart tighten and looked back.
The man appearing behind her wore a black V-neck T-shirt and casual track pants, with a black baseball cap and black sunglasses perched on his nose.
The half of his face exposed beneath the cap and sunglasses was enough to amaze.
Jian Liangtong's eyes sparkled like stars. "Huo..."
Before she could speak.
The man's figure dashed forward like lightning, as if a movie action scene had come to life before her, with his long leg sweeping up like a forceful gust, kicking that UK man far away with one blow.
And Jian Liangtong was protected behind him.
The UK man clutched his abdomen and fell to the ground, unable to get up, staring fearfully at Huo Shaojun.
The cold eyes under Huo Shaojun's sunglasses were filled with a bloodthirsty aura. He glanced at the hand that had just gripped Jian Liangtong's arm, and his thin lips pressed into a sharp line as he stepped forward.
