The leader of the defending army started to prepare for retreat, hurriedly loading the women, children, and various items into the vehicles. Song Xiaodong saw from afar that two Black men were dragging a Chinese person toward a vehicle; it was Zhao Jie.
"Perfect opportunity!" Song Xiaodong leapt forward, punching Zhao Jie in the chest with full force. If the punch connected, Zhao Jie's sternum would surely shatter, his heart rupturing, leading to instant death.
However, as Song Xiaodong threw the punch, he distinctly felt several swift currents of air approaching him. He hastily retracted his force in mid-air and stopped in front of Zhao Jie, exchanging glances with the two big African men.
Luckily, the incoming air currents broke the awkward tension, sending the two big African men flying silently. Their backs were pierced through, blood splattering on Song Xiaodong's face.
